The earth shall shake
Under your wake
And for heavens sake
Understand all I am is fake
So serve your guilt on my plate
And shall I make it fate
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Poetry of The Mind, The Soul, The Heart, And Any Other Broken Thing
PoetryHunter T Bedford Well, the title says it all (Photo credit to my beautiful friend Celine)
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The earth shall shake
Under your wake
And for heavens sake
Understand all I am is fake
So serve your guilt on my plate
And shall I make it fate
