Rhyme Poem by poem whore

Rhyme



I could tell you
a thousand ryhmes
about heartbreak
and dark places
but you can't swallow
that fact
that you are to blame
for all the pain.
pig that can't feel
shallow swimming
in a cloud that is
RAIN
fallen and lost
INSANE

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