Poems from TrueGeraldine

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"What did these soldiers come her for? If they for peace why is there war" - Michael Jackson
The word Taken can mean a lot of things. I knock on the door of taken but it tells me there is no one home I am taken myself, Yes I am...
A small portion of trust... A pint of loyalty... One handful of love.. WAIT 1 MINUTE! That's way to small and little for my love &...
Bass with no supersonic Guitar no strings Cymbals without a clash Drums of a tide. Women no children Men without the passion for lust Love...
The world has loads of unwanted things Things that we think make us happy Our trust has been broken Broken like broken records our beloved...
Trees showing the force of my words. Humans scream like banshees being exposed to sunlight. Running through these lies like a sprinter...

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