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Its Her...He Fiends

do we fly on angel's wings or do we dive into satans springs he lived his life upon thin ice, but still he came to skate so never does he ever think twice, cus he still makes the same mistake why does he always make it happen why cant he just stay on the wagon his tongue is a lake, awaiting to be dampened while his fate, is to continue to chase the dragon into the forest where its dark and cold where his heart weighs hard upon his soul he knows it wrong but he longs for her touch her helping hand hes in her clutch and how he gone, from just not wanting to feel the same so he started lighting up on mary jane and then he went to blow his nose leaving an open hole now growing within his soul becuase now its H, no family no friends and now he waits, oh how he waits just to fill her touch again

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 4/1/2010 7:08:00 AM
VERY DEEP AND MOVING... AS RICK JAMES ONCE STATED CRACK IS A HELL OF A DRUG.... GREAT JOB JAM XOXOXOXOXO
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Date: 3/30/2010 2:14:00 PM
very nice write and welcome to poetry soup faleshia
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Date: 3/30/2010 11:06:00 AM
Enjoyed reading your poetry today Jam. I wish you the best always in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Hoping you have a wonderful week filled with inspiration. Love, Carol
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