Poetical Analysis Biography

Beauti of sorrow
vast as the sea
eve of the morrow
inner expanse of me
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She lives like the Sun gallops through the day
She laughs like the Ocean's steady sway
Her tears fall like hellfire upon her breasts
She dreams she died a thousand deaths
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Battered into submission like a 9/11 bomber

Forced to see Vader as the savior of mamma
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I Don't Believe


I don't believe in holiday mascots
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See the young rambunctious girl, frolic, head held high

Skipping, hopping, laughing, singing, all with eyes unto the sky
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