Venom

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    Venom

    Cheap touch, a stroke of luck
    Thats all I'll ever be
    Fun times, elusive rhymes,
    There's so much that you never see
    Messed up bitch, and sick of shit
    A viper touch with velvet gloves
    Pick up dust off and start again,
    I'm not that strong but I wont show them
    I'm just dying to be loved.

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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