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Two shots of hate from a mouth as loud as a gun,
Like an assasin ... who does it for fun.
Two deafening blows in a war that has just begun,
life gone away...I'm done.
Two red roses sitting on my coffin, the wind blows, leaving only one
the world i know disappears...like the setting sun.
- by Spiderman2317 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/08/2011 |
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