batting eyes
and harsh words softly spoken
killing glares
And lies that are oaken
batting teas
And men that are broken
lawless lands
And people that are sad
Endless expanses
And calm people mad
All the world
but not a one bad
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poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
