chooky fuller Poems

you holed my hand. you talked me to to sleep. but then i see you with her. you remind me of him. you said you would never leave me but you ended up doing
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dying rose. why are you glum why don't you bloom. dying for your petals are turning black. what happen to that lovely red of your. you were once so pretty
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As I sit her in this room, I think what if I was the one who had died as a soldier. What if I had a child who became paseted. What if I was the one one the bed
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