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To The Past
{To The Past}
Here's to my
past for the
one's who
thought they
knew me well
I can actually
say to you that
you can kiss my
ass and please
go straight to
hell for the
last and final
damn time
©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 26,2018
Tuesday 27th February 2018 3:40 am
Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #6 {His Rhythm}
{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #6} {His Rhythm}
His rhythm of
his songs played
like the sickest
twisted dead of a
deafening whistling
whisper's through
the cold northern
lights that only
the animals could
hear that kept
them howling
by the bay from the
amusement of his
meaningless song
that continues to
play his sickened
twist...
Saturday 9th December 2017 5:01 am
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