Plea Bargaining

Plea Bargaining

A Poem by Dead Alive Dave
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Made of blood, made of guts, born from love, grown in fire, fed by hate, welcome to me; I may confuse you, please forgive me. 

© 2017 Dead Alive Dave



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This is wrenching for sure. But confusion...? I'm not so sure about that. If this poem is about you (not sure), you're as clear as rain.

Also, I'd never plead for me. (Or is it sarcasm that speaks here?)

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

DIVYA

1 Week Ago

Ouch!

Ok. I get it.
Dead Alive Dave

1 Week Ago

You still smell lovely. Never worry, you're good people.
DIVYA

1 Week Ago

Thank you (smiles)

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Added on November 6, 2017
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Dead Alive Dave
Dead Alive Dave

Nassau, New Providence, Bahamas



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