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THE GUTTER.
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HOLLOW WORDS TURN TO POETRY.
Sweet breath stroke my face,
Bitter wind, the back of mother hand!
Such is life, brutally alive
Children’s minds…
The void of the blind man,
Remind me of this love…
A Street name carnage desire,
As I watch my shaddow slip away….
Back alleys ways fills with zombies.
Feeding on each others carcasses!
Rotten dreams for mortals!
Puppets of destiny, dangling from the hollow true!
May I hold the strings?
To cut free, and watch crashing,
Such pretty creatures, to falls,
Over the gutter, that is my life!!!
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