kimmie miranda Poems

I gathered your words from where they lay
The kiss from you was mine
and that sweet kiss that's sent from you
tommarow will turn blind
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Why dO people swallow lies
when they can spit the truth
why aren't secrets kept discreet
if they become impure
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if i should stay here one more day
before I decide to runaway
this place will be filthy
the place will be lame
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