Poems from bis02cool

Tears roll down my cheek. They wash over my dirty face like a flood in the desert, Whisking away the filth and barrenness, Revealing the...
My doctor, happens to reside Opposite the road ten strides. So conveniently I asked His service when my lung collapsed A horrid accident...
Said the Youth, "We seek you, meek old barn, dear friend, Your oaken walls which bar the rain. Quiet giant, stiff, reliant, Shield our...

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