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Thu, 04/24/2014 - 09:44 -- KCooper

 

Trying to find a missing piece, and important clue that leads me to see

all that I can be.

Something special, something new I trying to find the clues

maybe they are inside me the whole time but my poetry releases these

clues and inner thoughts that would slay anyway who would try and murder

these words I have put on this paper.

These clues shall not die but will rise 

I am their Frakenstein they are my bride.

Bought together like glue and paper 

They are my Bonnie I am their Clyde

together we are lethal like an injection made in prison. 

We bring sugar and spice together to make it one 

We are the queens that will continue to search.

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