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  • The Lie That Lives In Me
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    Dear God, bless her heart As Pale Death rests her soul Forgive her for vices she couldn't control The smell was revolting All burnt flesh and blood Poor sinners were so harshly dragged through the mud She looked through the strands of hair hiding her face And saw a young man in a much higher place She tried to smile A...

  • Scratches On My Gravestone
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    A collection of poems written by little ol' me, created to be discovered, but not remembered.

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