Matt Delight Poems

Settle thy hand on one
Still dome none
Clasp to the gun
Trigger a tug
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Striking out towards the air
Grabbing, biting my love is dying
Life from your eyes a miss
My lady once was so fair
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Earning burning stomping to death
So fluffy and nice yet stop its breath
Hopping no more at last
Crushed from this pain of anger to stay
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</>Bright joyful day
Don't go away
Something has to last
Maybe this life is to fast
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