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Corny Black Poems
- The Omen Rides It’s over, fade to black Then white Then ...
- Existence You cannot count on both hands the amount of ...
- The Omen Rides, Part Ii They say that blood runs thicker than...
Hello... anyone there? Really? You're completely insane...
Anyway, you don't want to here much about my life, but you're going to anyway:
I was born at about 0 years old. I am now older than that. I live in a house. I eat food everyday. Also, I go out at night and eat people with a spork! ! ! !
That's it. Just a note on my poems. Sometimes, though they may seem gruesome and ... more »
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Existence
You cannot count on both hands the amount of times
I have questioned every dream and wish and hope
Existence can hold for you
Is such a thing possible?
Lost?
Inhospitable?
Plastered on the walls of your mind
And hiding the truth behind
With a symbiotic protection we may call ‘love’
But when you realise what may be above
Or below
Or not
Then you realise that this cannot be
Or is
Perhaps I find myself thinking too much
Or perhaps I can’t find myself because
I’m not here
And neither are you
But for a model of a mock-up of a ...
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