Corny Black Poems

They say that blood runs thicker than water
Ice in my blood
I am cold- I cannot feel
Perhaps a blink of happiness
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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?
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It’s over, fade to black
Then white
Then blood red and shining
And then a rotten green
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