Hey! There's poetry behind that woodshed: Roses are red.

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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Roses are red.

Roses be red And violets be blue. I do be dead, Because of you. No more life in lil ol' me. About them, You did nothing. I no longer breathe, Over this mayhem. Remember that my funeral is not open to you. You can be happy that I am gone, But it's not your right to bid me adieu. You thought of me as a pion. This was to be a safe place. I haven't known safety or peace. But you didn't provide what you promised, a safe, warm space. So what? You called the police. Now dirt covers my face. Gee, you... Sign in to see full entry.

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