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he heard loud demons yelling,
but he's never afraid,
this madness they're spelling -
he took it away.
he wished about two faces,
because he's tired from masks,
and from infinite races -
so be concerned of thats.
and he always has guns
which he never puts the safety on,
because demons come to his dark arms,
and guns had to kill them all.
one day he woke up in the slowtown,
his anathema chase him,
because once he laid down
in the wrong place.
someone stole his car radio,
and he'd to sing songs in the forest.
he had to holding on to you,
because only you know this chorus.
he found you stand silent
in the thicket of trees,
he thought, you was an angel,
he asked you - 'please..'
he didn't want to say goodbye,
because you makes him feel alive!
he didn't want to say goodbye
to your stunning
glowing
eyes.
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street poetry | original | wattys2018
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