death

death

A Poem by bubblefet
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range finder

"

intertwined with death

 theese black ribbons hand from my war torn vest

colorfull now as im drained

it wont b the last blood of the day

the gears never stop and cant b destroyed

if you slip up and get caught up youve just been played

say your goodbyes and make peace while you can

there wont b time when its to late to do it man

© 2015 bubblefet


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Added on August 3, 2015
Last Updated on August 3, 2015

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bubblefet
bubblefet

gods country, WI



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