the book of ... every thing
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stop this not your normal hall way....
no whats in this hall only 20%
of readers can walk through and really understand
anything that's going on in these poems on the wall bleeding words dripping
the rest will just look and think OK that's nice
good job ...because you never really felt what we all felt
these poems are dark not your happy go lucky
no ... walk through at your own risk
warning i didnt edit it yet
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