Poem 20

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Life
How boring it can be
A beginning with a smile
An ending with a frown
Thoughts that would let you drown
In a hole where everything's a joke
In a hole were truth has been choked
Days with different rays
With different slays

Words
Never felt true nor a lie
Greet with a hi
Until you hear the other hey!
Saying this with a stutter
Saying this with a smile
Cries with smiles
With bye s

Myself
I hate me
I carve myself
Liquid flowing with a pattern
As another liquid flowed to my vision
With a sigh of satisfaction
With a smile of satisfaction
And finally a depressing satisfaction

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