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for whome it may concurn

i feel empty

my heart is like an urn

with no ashes

when will i feel the burn

of love again

tomorrow the gosts come out

when they return to the grave

shall i go with them

would anyone miss me now that love has left me

i have written poetry in the past days. it is the only way i know to release my sorrow and anguish.

fly home, bird.

here you will not be heard.

for my girlfriend baguette is mean

and she is vicious

and she is a liar

and she is evil.

twinkling moonlight

twinkling moonlight oh so bright

when you gaze upon me i feel fright

knowing that one day i shall die

and perhaps die alone

with no one but myself in a cold stone grave.