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11/20/18
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I wonder how long I can stand this.
Pain prods my eyelids
Fatigue jabs my feet
They are waiting for me to break down
And cry waterfalls
Rushing currents of surrender
To their endless taunts and barbs
With a bow so much like Cupid's
With guns that would delight Ares
But they just want to break my heart.
I hear the venom dripping off
Their bullets of steel
Drip drip drip
They shoot me again and again
Bangbangbang
But I refuse to yield.
I will not falter to their threats
I will not crash to the floor
Just because they want me to.
I will show them I am not a puppet
And their slashing knives
And loaded guns
Will not make me spill
The tea will remain in its cup
Safe and sound.
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Neon
De Todo(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
