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A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜

Hell's gates crack open,

shapes in the dark come to life.

Screams of a drunk man.

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Added on January 19, 2014
Last Updated on January 19, 2014

Bad backwards is dab. Dabble. Like a bad haiku. I dabble in bad. more..

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