Her name was poetry

April 13, 2011
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She always told me believe in who you are
but my mind is so close to the stars i
can hardly hear my heart. I listen to her
but no one else did they just through her
out in the trash like an ungrateful person would
due to a kid. and if you would take the
time to think what happen to her she’s right here alive
through our souls and in my mind and sometimes i take
a stop down to were they buried her maybe you
should to and when you do go to visit her don’t
be deceived if her casket is cracked open
just come to my house you’ll see my shovel in the

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