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By Mooseman247
I was a poet and I didn't know it took me eighteen years to show it words on a canvas and you can bet your ass I paint like feet on broken glass leaving a story scattered and bloody leading to the center of me so, treading lightly I wander on nightly trail I blaze... so unsightly this is my window follow the blood flow at the end you know what I know my inspiration follows my posistion chased by my own aparitions Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 10:38 PM PST 0 • 10
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"I was a poet..."