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I Have A Plan To Escape Death.
I’m Not Even Here.
I Lay Hidden, Dorment,
Into Another Realm
Where The Devil’s Health
Has No Effect Upon My Shell.
And While All People Frown
On Their Way About Town,
To Whom Do I Owe This Pleasure?
To Whom Should I Regret?
To Escape Love And Life,
To Escape Death I Was Born Dead
With Movie Stars Inside My Head.
It Should’ve Been Me Instead.


Cannibal JonesTeenage Poetry

◄ Albino

A Week From 21 ►


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