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Our turtle did Not eat today; Just lies on His back in The strangest Way and Doesn't move; I tickle him Poke him And dangle a String in fro..

Nazi concentration camp

Written for my grandmother at her funeral

A guy who has faults knows that I do too; chooses to look past them; accepts them No matter How big or Small. One who Makes Me laugh..

The darkness, Brews inside; The pain, That you, Demonically, Laugh about, You love. The knife, That twists, Around; The cuts, On your..

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