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click clack
Contributed by
Dexta
on
Tuesday, 5th February 2008 @ 11:59:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I blowed it in the air and watched it move around
Watched its dance and then set down on the ground
I feel hunger and thought should I go to town
voices said me to just stay home
I looked the phone numbers so I could call Jerome
I would ask him to bring some food and I could pay my loan
I looked down to the street and wondered the lifes beauty
went to the balcony to fill my duty
life is overrated so I hope someone shoots me
I put one bullet in the clip
And after the doorbell ring Jerome hear quiet gunshots
I had loaded a gun and then shot myself with a gat
I fell on deaths loving arms and never came back
And all this just because I was high on crack
Copyright ©
Dexta
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2008-02-05 23:59:31] (Date/Time posted on
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