It's the twitch of the eye
The slight of hand
The way the cigar puffs
That tell me more words
Than the fools say
They try to show control
Possessiveness
They instill fear
Or at the very least they try
But
I've been around a while
And I've seen this all before
This ain't nothing new
And they think it is
I'll go along with them
Let them lead me on until they think they've won
Then
They'll realize
It'll be too late
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
