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Created:
02/15 2007
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154
Category:
Tragedy
My Poems
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36
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Blurted Out |
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20
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House of Usher |
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8
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Trusty |
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11
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Mime |
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19
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Waiting... |
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15
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Lucky Rabbits Feet |
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7
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SICKle |
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13
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Please Remain Seated |
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11
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5 Star Stories |
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11
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Vanity is the Prettiest Sin |
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9
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"The Dim Lit Cafe" |
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8
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The Tiny Golden Clock |
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9
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.ATOMIC.AGE. |
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6
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Chemical Injection ( Cover Charge) |
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8
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One Day I Will be Waving and not Drownin |
The Ghost I'm Haunted By Will Be My Own
(I wait for him to come around) This man I've known so
long but can't say I knew so well is not coming home.
As a matter of fact he is never coming back. This is
because all the guts the rest of us were stuffed with
is what he lacks. To think this whole time I have been
at this old table, perfectly set for two. I have got
candles lit, my favorite wine, and my finger on the
trigger. We can discuss why you have done this to me
while we enjoy our dinner.


