poem whore Poems

A child
A friendly smile
blinded by the preacher
his teacher
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Dusty roads and a dirty weapon
blisterd feet and hotter then hot heat
make me dream of a time when life was sweet
when beer and weed surrounded me
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A cut in my heart that would take a hundred light years to cross
seems to have been mended by your feather soft touch
A pain thet on that day I thought never again will I love
you ran across
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As I blink my eyes
A shadow on the mountain side
was it a flash of light or just my mind
games are played by the enemy
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To the corners of the earth
that sum reserve to call hell
life isn't lived like anything you know
it's apart of a style traped in time
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With the feeling of calm waters around him
he closes his eyes for the night
drifting away into a soft dream
touching the skin he can not see
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Tangling vins in a world of deceit
A people traped in a paste that knows no defeat
strong is their history
A people with value in pride to die
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With only a small amount of emotion
the feelings are flowing
my love for you growing
a heart pouring
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