poetry
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Blood everywhere And nobody seems to care, As long as these suffering people, Don’t come here. They are portrayed as terrorist Yet they are the ones that die, One man’s terrorist is another’s freedom fighter, I can’t help but think this aloud. It’s hard to know who the good guys are in this theater of…
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The extent of his love was endless, As he let her befriend other men, Knew that she loved him deeply, And would be with him to the end. But she needed these sexual encounters, To her it was a drug, To him he would let her get her fix, For she, for him was enough.…