D B Versehawker

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The Poet

It's winter in my lonely house
Darkness wraps me tight
I turn on the lights and they reveal only pain
In the mystic haze of questions
And the heart a crimson mess..
suicide! suicide!
Someone's scream tore through the silence
'suicide! suicide! the boy wants to be a poet! ' They said

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