Silver knifeA Poem by Blake Martin The
I'm clothed in white
At first sight I was born with a silver knife I have friends that are alive But more have died You don't want to understand me Words are prettier when you don't know what they mean © 2014 Blake Martin |
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Added on April 9, 2014 Last Updated on April 9, 2014 Author
Blake MartinFlorence, ALAboutill use my mind lasers to burn you and make you go insane by planting worms into your brain......huh? more..Writing
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