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Lisa, Lisa, Lisa
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In Cold Blood. in she walks,
looking a lot like
a victim,
pre disposed ugliness
stuck to her skin,
vacant eyes, and a bruised heart
make falling out,
a story that's written, all over her face.
strangled by truths,
cold and cruel,
change can rupture life, so deep
to watch you bleed
is to know your suffering.
dark circles beneath a halo,
frail hellos, in an attempt to hide from me,
you barely make an effort of appeal,
sulking in denial, drowning.
Same story here!, Yeha that is true. I can relate this poem to some people I know. Well, I got few friends that I made them to stop smoking, but I didn't have victory with the mayority. they still smoking, (They ain't my friend, but I always try to help) well, it is bad for them. I feel sorrow. Good poem. it is good. I kind of like it.
Have a nice and beautiful life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~My Best Wishes~
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