fleur the tulip sniper Poems

night
overtakes noon;
as shadows take flight,
demons race past the overcast dune.
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lockpicks tick
in the barrel
where the key should click
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two minds click
cycling with a rythmic tick

two hearts unfold
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the world runs rampant
dancing to the beat of my cries

the sick chant
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to speak from your heart
is a true form of art

the poetry
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the sun beats down
in the baneful rays i drown

i travel on restlessly
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i am sorry for all the pain i cause
and the sadness my curse draws
all i feel from EVERYONE is hate
for my end i cannot wait
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a causal brush
one begins to blush

side by side
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to dance with my blade
is to taste the hell that i've made

i sit scarred to to death
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i scream into eternity
i hope someone will hear me
before i am lost and burried
before i can no longer see
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