I plod down the hallway,
stroking the wall with my left hand.
The infallible bricks are my key to standing up straight.
No longer a deft and remiss child,
...
I have a next door neighbor.
She does nothing but watch me,
I see her through my window.
She's kind of hard to not see.
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Fey got out of bed in the mid-morning.
He looked into the sky from his window
and discerned a morning star.
His commodious mind was filled
...
We lost another one of the
good guys this week.
It seems as though our army is dwindling.
He was a good soldier, though.
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Oh how comical my life must be,
A story of retrogression.
To climb out of fear, ladder breaking,
Then fall into depression.
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I pump the poison,
Through her veins.
It calms the pain
But tears the brain.
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A girl came outside,
And kneeled right beside,
A tiny mound of soil.
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Layla poem
There is an Angel on my shoulder.
She tells me to be brave.
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I imagine myself far far away;
I want to live a life of my own.
Neither here nor there shall you bother me,
Because I wish to be left alone.
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