oh little boy, how much they toy,
don't help them though, just let them go,
never trust it's all the lust
that makes us hope, that lets us mope
they'll always leave you to no avail
they'll leave you pale and full of ail.
oh little boy, how much they toy.
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Personal Poem List
PoesiaThis will be where I write my poems from here on out. I do not have a specific agenda for releasing them, nor do I intend to publish them. This is just a document where I can place my thoughts down in the art of poetry. All of this is original work...
