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Poems From High School Days Bitter
Cold
Swine;
cheating me,
beating me
all of the time.
Twisting my bones,
tearing out my insides.
Churning my stomach,
torturing my mind.
Bitter
Cold
Swine;
bleeding me,
feeding me
all of your grime.
Throwing the stones,
from which i cried.
Suffering me in great,
to you i will not shine.
Bitter
Cold
Swine;
needing me,
pleading me
to forgive the crime.
