Hollister Poem by Faulkner kayla

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Hollister

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The smell of fakes picks at my brain
i never wanted to be here
yet here i stand
hurry it up already
these things are annoying
unreal smiles
sexual poses
and pockets of money
i must be in hell

Faulkner kayla

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Topic(s) of this poem: money

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