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the title says it all i think...one of my crappier poems


Submitted:May 4, 2010    Reads: 38    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I believed it,
ill-conceived
our sick lovemaking
making sick in me
theres nothing hotter than
a closed door.
The sky is red and immature
because the red inside
exposed to light
is all over you
and looks white
all white
im blind
in artificial light
lovesick
your love
lovesick
my anger.




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