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Poetry By: ruthi

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Submitted:Oct 16, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I can't walk, I can't hardly, speak. Oh baby, Oh Baby I'm weak. I can't balance my body weight. What can I take, for goodness sake. You shot me with the bullet of love. Im weak from top of my head, to sole of my feet. Can't move my legs. The heaviness won't go away. Only you can cure me, come hereā€¦


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