gunshots_in_the_will
Death of a Rose
Just
another
corner
,
Just
another
mourner,
And
birth
details
our
voiced
hails.
When
love
is
strong
,
It
escapes
the
throng
As
easily
a
the
time
spent
in
the
suns
chime
.
Crime
in
pages
turned
,
Down
the
aisle
spurned.
Containing
a
blind
horse
,
Drop
down
in
this
course
.
Genetics
vanquished
alone
,
My
family
left
to
groan
.
At
my
rhymes
blue
in
vision
,
Not
quite
an
exasperation.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from