Emily Peugh

I'm a beggar on the street.
All I want is something to eat.
You ask for one word that describes me.
Well here's three.
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like a rose.
as still as light.
like the first child to some.
as uncommon as color.
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Tears falling from my face.
They pour out of my eyes.
They expose me head to toe.
I can't help what I'm about to do.
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I feel a pain in my side.
I touch it.
Looking at my hand I see red.
Is it blood?
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Love is sweet.
So bitter, bitter sweet.
It can't be beat.
We look around.
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My Love For You is...
an endless river.
a white rose.
the wind through your hair.
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an endless river.
a white rose.
the wind through your hair.
peace.
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Boring, tragic, what a drag.
The day goes by so slow.
Study, study, study.
That's all you hear.
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People are so worried about themselves.
They don't have time for anyone else.
They're so worried about terrorists.
Well what they don't think about is the terrorist that lives next door.
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