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- Out Of Reach / The Truth About Virginia Beach at allpoetry
Just out of reach, but close enough to see - Evanescent Prayers at allpoetry
I never looked down and i never thought twice - Miguel's First Letter at allpoetry
How many years has it been, since I called you Captain? With all your slogans, mottos, and freestyles of objectives - Sacred at allpoetry
Myrna stands with her back against the wall She holds close a trinket inscribed with her beliefs - Memorial at allpoetry
Spent the last thirty-five minutes staring at an old photograph - Don't Be at allpoetry
Getting home at the end of the day I only want to hear one voice - Simplifing The New Socio-Economic Struggles Of The Working Class at allpoetry
Growing up is overrated and Corporate world is complicated - Beyond The Shadows Of Virginia Beach at allpoetry
After a long day's work I drink my beer - Room 204 at allpoetry
A pesticide chaser to a mediocre life - These Capitalists at allpoetry
These capitalists... they'll eat you alive - [ Sleep is inhospitable ] at allpoetry
Sleep is inhospitable Bolshevik promises aren't reliable - [ Chichina cleans day and night ] at allpoetry
Chichina cleans day and night her O.S.D. tendancies just won't let her rest - Unentitled at allpoetry
Mr. Bubbles, look after me. Miss Sunshine, shine down on me - Miami at allpoetry
Sixty miles off the coast of Florida Waged a war against nothing - Delete My Life at allpoetry
I went far to deep, and I'm in over my head. - Stand And Fight at allpoetry
Standing on the edge of our lost salvation as our world endeavors endless trepidation - Floridian Hospitality at allpoetry
Sunshine state and a greek punker girl At the public bus terminal, on her way to the train station - Suicide Watch / Captain Yossarian at allpoetry
Can we fight To save ourselves? - 412 at allpoetry
Buzzing around a hornet Like worker bees to a queen - Stolen at allpoetry
Sipping from liquid courage / Wrists dripping crimson liberty / You want it all to end / but you're too strong to say goodbye / and you can't even fucking cry / The veneer you wear fade and tarnish / what hap - God Save The Lyricist at allpoetry
God save the lyricist
How he misses his sweet catalyst - Red / Black at allpoetry
Red is the colour of the people's flag.
Black is the colour of freedom. - Column: Godless Salvation at allpoetry
