Mick williams Poems

My family and a familiar face
Likes to play games
We retreat to the dungeon
Of old games
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Night has come
I open the door
A safe place is found
A fake star has come out
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Pacing and minding my own business
What a beautiful day it is
Then I saw a venus
I persue them with dark intent
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Wondering who I am
I search deep within
And take all sorts of test
To discover my personality and true self
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Living in the squares
With no ceiling or roof above
To protect us
Awake and breaking the rules
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Three builders at hand
But it's only a game
Father's home
And this is the darkest dream
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