My Poem
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My Poem
Heres a Farmer That Hung Himself On The Expectation of Plenty.
Hands seeping into the Sands of the Forgotten. My Mind is Shattered as Im Shot with the Bullet of Guilt. This Darkness Hurts in My Chest. My Heart is Up for Auction. Goes to the Highest Bidder. InBetween. Not the Best Place to Be. It Sprouts Lie's.
Hands seeping into the Sands of the Forgotten. My Mind is Shattered as Im Shot with the Bullet of Guilt. This Darkness Hurts in My Chest. My Heart is Up for Auction. Goes to the Highest Bidder. InBetween. Not the Best Place to Be. It Sprouts Lie's.
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Join date : 2010-06-13
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