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Above Two Evils
Cold to the bone, this man’s grans carved the stone into which this pans out all monotone…
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self dem-on-ise
self demise, fabricated lies. inwards pointing hatred makes me realise. why i feel so lonely, why i feel so down, why i feel so unbearable. its because i dropped my crown…
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Drowned Horse
the question begins –do you do it yourself,or let someone else do it for you?…are you ready?…because when the water starts floodingwill you be able tostay afloat on your high horseor would you start sinking down…you said you can lead a horse to waterand you led it to waterbut the horse has just gone and
McDream's Poetry 