COPPER CLOCKS

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COPPER CLOCKS

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COPPER CLOCKS

Poem by: blue3232

Genre: Poetry

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Poem by: blue3232

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Genre: Poetry

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its a bipoler thing...

Summary

its a bipoler thing...

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Submitted: June 06, 2012

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Submitted: June 06, 2012

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copper clocks belching, miniature cities filled with white smoke, tattoes painted every where, and a slum lord waiting to sell his dope.big shiny cars yelling and sreaming as a child hides in this heat, a man pulls out a gun and points it at me and you, then a cop pulls his gun out, and just like that, , , , , , , , , , , , this moment ends only to begine the next day...
 


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