Dezerth Lerexia Poems

Trapped in the stoop, beggin' for a bowl of soup.
Colder than a dog, lost in the fog.
Thought I had it all, guess I was wrong.
Owls on the tree's, wolves on their knees.
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When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, when the road your trudging seems all appeal, when the funds are low and the depths are high, and you want to smile, but you have to sigh, when care is pressing you down a bit/ rest if you must, but dont you quit.

Life is queer with it's twists and turns, as everyone of us sometimes learns, and many a person turns about, when they might have one had they stuck it out. Dont give up though the pace seems slow/ you may suceed with another blow.
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Let us begin from the very beginning. I remember that time when you ran up to me in your time of need.

A stranger you were, in your darkest hour you seeked. So tragic and reckless you acted. You shared your story with me;
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I see you from uptop,
running you dont stop,
should I or should I not?
Come close, I sure hope.
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When I look at you,
butterflys fly high.
When I hold your hand,
I can feel our strong bond.
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She's souless, she's empty,
she cant think for herself.
She's lost, she's confused,
she was left alone.
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What the hell is it?
Love is an element,
a source of power,
a source of knowledge.
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I hate your living guts!
That mug, that fake ugly mug of yours.
That smell, that stentch, that icky little beard of yours.
That goop, that ick, those sticky little hands of yours.
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