Lounder Poems - Poems about Lounder

...While waiting for the end I noticed a flower. And waiting for the end I lowered in dower. When saying to myself there's water to loure. When draying to myself I watered the flower. When a......

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...Gone Girl..... That razor blade Is her paint brush/ That canvas... Is her wrist Her rush Of blood/ To her head/ Means/ She's been painting deep into her flesh!..... Her pain is still achi......

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