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In my purse, I have a thousand secrets,

Some are light, others incredibly dark,

And many a person, these things, covets,

Ready, to obtain them, a war to spark,

They have tried, oh they have tried, to stop me,

And take away what is my property,

But none can, not even an army,

Is that not right, my dear sweetie ?

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Pedal to the metal,

Tires screech, I start off,

Giving birth to a cloud

Of thick and foul white smoke,

Bullets rain around me,

Shouting echoes loudly.

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No time for it to settle

I’m gone, breaking the standoff;

I’m quite sure they don’t feel proud:

Outdone by a single bloke,

Entire private army…

Eyes closed, singlehandedly!

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Now, no time for reckless mettle,

This is not completely over,

For I must still escape unbowed

Or my licence they might revoke…

The sky still remains dark, stormy,

But I let myself smirk proudly.

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A young and fair lady had, once upon a time,

From a lad named Freddy and barely for a dime,

Bought a piece of candy promised to taste like lime,

She sought to feel dandy, committing that small crime,

Alone on the sandy beaches of Anaheim,

Oh she was not ready for it to taste like thyme…

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A fun little poem. Fun. Yeah.

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Sometimes I want to die,

Give up my sanity,

Down in darkness to lie,

For an eternity…

I want to relinquish

What I have been given,

To simply extinguish

That breath come from heaven.

I feel tired of life,

Of what I have become

And the perpetual strife,

Giveth me no outcome.

The reason however,

To this dark, twisted thought,

No matter how clever,

I admit I know not.

My heart’s been feeling glum,

For a number of years

Now, body feeling numb;

No more sadness or tears.

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You talk, you talk and talk, always, never-ending,

I sit there and listen, at least I’m pretending,

In my heart and my mind, though, secretly hoping

That one day, while still young, up you will be shutting.

I feel interested, I do, I’m just hurting,

Too much information, difficulty coping…

So I just nod my head, from my own mind seeping,

Praying hard for my bed, just want to be sleeping…

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No matter the cage or the prison,

There is always a way out,

Whatever the storm of emotion

Inside you, rages about,

Look beyond, towards the horizon,

Find a path or make a route,

For there is always a solution;

Search for light, don’t blink, don’t doubt,

Don’t let them scare you for no reason,

Treat this as a simple bout,

Just let away your apprehension,

Let away frustration, shout!

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(Home Sweet Home, Jeremiah Morelli)

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I welcome you here, dear stranger,

To my humble little abode,

Come rest away from the danger

For long and tiring was the road.

The fire in the hearth is warm

And the company quite charming,

Do stay at least until the storm

Has passed away in the morning.

To entertain you I shall tell

An interesting story of mine,

Of a young man and a love spell,

That took place -oh!- ages ago,

When the white bells still rung the shrine,

And this aged heart was without woe…

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War

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Metal against metal, clanging,

Swords against shields, smashing, piercing,

Shouting, grunting; irrational,

Fading away: humanity,

Panting, howling; an animal,

Man starts losing his sanity,

Sweat and blood are such dangerous

Substances never to be mixed,

For they make, if not promptly fixed,

An elixir most murderous.

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The sun is high and so bright,

In the middle of its flight,

I can feel rays soft and warm

Raining down upon my form,

Yet, in my heart, cold remains,

So do the stings of my pains,

In my eyes light has gone dim,

I can feel I’m on the brim,

I cannot resist this vise

That could crush me in a trice,

It consumes me from inside;

I cannot anymore hyde,

Won’t hold on for much longer,

Can’t resist, he’s much stronger…

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