Vester Crowley Ix Poems

He's dead
With no head
What I've done? ! What I've done? !
He had son
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I waited there
For you to show me care
With a red rose in my hand
That you'll take me to your land
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He walks along the walkways
A shadow of desperate ways
He's next to me but dares to speak
When he writes for me my mind does creek
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Stalker

You never knew me
But I say your name everyday
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Six fifty he's out by the well
Lips still moist from her lipstick
They'll go down a path with the bell
His arm cradling hers, she's a fine pick
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I saw her last night in the rain
Her heart soaked with pain
In her hands a rose
She said her life with the wind goes
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I am hiding from the crowd behind the fence
Standing my ground in defense
I am a reject, I am a mistake
I am at death's gate
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It keeps us sane
It reduces our pain
The hymn of mothers
The kiss of lovers
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When I breathed my life
In my veins I felt a knife
Thus the flock all lied
When I was a child
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Now it followed me for a year
I saw the being clear
What followed me was fear
Its face was leer
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