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Poetry By: blue3232

from the past.............

Submitted:May 29, 2012    Reads: 1    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

ITS a trick, a stolen thought.
A entity full of puzzels, and
a puppet with strings made
from GOD.
ITS a laughter, with scarlet
eyes, a paralysis waiting in
the shadows, and a clown
with one last try.
ITS the end ,waiting to be
heard, a time to wash the
dirt off,then settle the
score,and live to another


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