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  stupid poem

  

  By QuintonV, Evanston, IL

  Where has the light gone, The days almost over, The gasoline dripping from every last clover, Its over, Its done, You have won your idiotic battle of wits. Stop staring at me, With your stupid beady eyes, Eating your bowl of grits, That's it, Get your mitts on, ...
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  himmm

  

  By QuintonV, Evanston, IL

  i miss him like hell, how long will this last? forever probably, 92 percent probability. the next day even more than the last, i see him all the time, not just the way other people act, i think and i think. im still in shock, the birds mock me, chirping stupid...
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  shrooms

  

  By QuintonV, Evanston, IL

  the spindle fibers of the psychedelic mind waves, spinning in the deepest darkest of caves, the dark overwhelms them consuming the tiny chemical reaction. its a technical attraction, pulling in all sorts of people, causing the mind to make this complicated reaction, the peo...
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  Adjusting Myself

  

  By QuintonV, Evanston, IL

  He’s the freeloading cheapskate, Full of loose change and hate, Not a patron of the constitutionality of his certain traits, Investing the rest that he has to offer to his trust, He is the only true author that must have something to say, Paying the day as he watches it move by slowly, He ...
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  Toll That Life Brings. Life Rings

  

  By QuintonV, Evanston, IL

  You can’t wait for the depression to take its course, “WE WILL USE FORCE” he spews with his big yellow microphone, You bellow in your sleep, dreaming of the few that bleat in THEIR sleep, You need to regret the fall, the source of your headaches, the sound your head makes, ...
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  All About You

  

  By QuintonV, Evanston, IL

  Where do I belong in this world that we live in, A simple question really, But so complicated… I release you from my hold, You put to much weight on an old mans shoulders, Too much complication, A simple question really… I attest you with your coarse sense of humor, The deep wounds...