Best Butane Poems
Trees Burn Faster With ButaneA saber blade of heavens moon scars my proportional dream
Your sickliness and misery is driving me insane
I cannot help but wonder why you distant far from me
I cannot make you realize what hope you need to see
A trickle tear of satans rain, runs down your...
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butane, sad, me, life, me,
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Free verse