celia denatala Poems

they may talk smack
they may talk gossip
they may talk nothing
they may talk about
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lost in love
lost in family
lost in friends
but as i look up i see
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my murder was in 1983 were me and my friends bleed
how could they think about me when i was covered in red and slowly bleed for my love and savior

my savior is all i need to live and breath
among my friends slowly hovering over them leaving me
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I am suspicious
of the man with the glare
that sends chills down my spine
I am suspicious
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