I remember the days
When we used to laugh and play
In our garden during the summer
We grew and grew
Like most sons do
But now you lay in a gutter
Needle in Arm
Running from harm
The love of a forgotten mother
I hear the cries
With blood in my eyes
The love of a forgotten father
We grew and grew
Like most sons do
But now you lay in a gutter
We grew and grew
Like most sons do
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Short stories, poems, and nothing in particular
PoetryA collection of stories, poems, and writings. For those who enjoy anything different, and love literature of all styles
