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Howls and WhimpersHow the hell do I tell you What the best minds of my generation are thinking? Gone gone gone down the gutter anyway Never to be heard from again Holed up in some basement fearing the jackboots coming to drag their stonedHowls and Whimpers
Queer asses away for all the rabble raising they ceased and desisted long before this paranoia Set in Clutching at herself and weeping, many a night Choking on all the insecurities, lost in a crowd of voices Each thinking its self to be the most disenfranchised, most misunderstood We grew up geniuses, so we thought, praised by parent and teacher al


Rats and Crows and FoxesRats and Crows and FoxesRats and Crows and Foxes
You only love it for the bruises You will only accept Peach colored roses All others are sent away Rats and Crows and Foxes Live outside of your apartment Live off of the garbage And the tricks their mothers taught them Little babies learned them well You grow your nails long in the winter Grow long enough to cut you In your restless sleep Rats and Crows and Foxes Are not known for their softness Don't dare touch dirty forest creatures They cultivate sordid reputations And laugh when we believe
Hannah A.
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ChibiCharm
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one day the sun will come out
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and once you learn to be yourself, your unstoppable.
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take me to the hospital.
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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