Poems from Sp@ce

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Just some thoughts with a lot of feelings. I try to keep it as raw as possible. :)
The Men
  She learned it from her grandfather How to be messy. Dirt under fingernails Cuts on a body Boiling blood   She learned it from her uncle...
Desperation
Desperation, Desperation, Desperation. She reeks of it What is the little bird trying to find? I still chase stray cats onto the street  ...
Unfocused
Manic is when she is at her best Broad strokes on an open canvas Red, red, red You hate red But that’s all you see Make it stop Its too...