anthony hughes Poems

It was a technological tumore
that started of the rumoure
i try to find out about it myself
but it was like i was gettin slinged aside an put on a shelf
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It was a cold night
walking past the bushes it gave me a fright
as the cold air hits my face
a storm was comeing in like a race
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it was deep inside
the thing that hurt the most
it was like i coudnt live no more
i tryed my best to resolve the problem
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