Haemophiliac Poems - Poems about Haemophiliac

...A grevious ghetto. Young and old live A fearful avenue to freshers, A non-grid lock area, Where the young guile people. Smokes in the air but no fire, Hard drugs serves as food, Haemophiliac......

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...“Hi, my name is Dave, the local zombie, I don’t see you around here often. Would you like to go out for a drink, Or would you like to come back to my coffin.” Hmm, she ran, she couldn’t leave......

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