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Eulogy

That’s where I miss you the most It’s not in the shower when I washed your back It’s not cooking dinner together in the cramped kitchen Nor the times we spent kissing under the moon lit sky I miss you most When we were at our worst The vivid emotional hell The times when we…

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The Sting Of Pain

In the elegant stylings of Johnny Cash, intertwined with depraved poets everywhere, I bring you an original poem not only of southern sadness but of a sadness experienced by countless individuals across the world (which isn’t all entirely bad). Listen to Johnny Cash’s songs “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” and/or “Hurt” for the rhythm. Black flapping feathers Of misery Come towards me in a rage I don’t think I’ll live To tell…

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