The Rejects

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Some poems that were never finished, or I didn't like.

Tender moments

bitter lies

Butterflies

and Dreams broken

Shattered thoughts

Hateful betrayal

Yet I prevail

throwing myself through

^ One I could never finish

Another unfinished down below

Red faced shame

loss of thought

Cheeks radiating heat

Embarrassment

Here's one I didn't like:

He is lost, he is dead

he wanders around my head

he is gone, he is dead

filling me with dread

he was shot, he is dead

and it fills me with dread

he was valiant, he is dead

carried the burdens til the end

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