Bam

April 12, 2009
By Jesselissa SILVER, Reynolds, Illinois
Jesselissa SILVER, Reynolds, Illinois
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I need you like a hole in my head,
the skies are blue, the seas are red,
with ill intentions, thoughts of dread,
the scaly notions that dragons shed,
and screams of angels not yet read,
the monsters who have not been fed,
down this path I'm so solemnly led,
but you feel just like a hole in my head.



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