mathew sprout

Death is not the end
Death can never be the end
Death is the road
Life is the traveler
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The tiny fish enjoy themselves
In the sea
Quite little splinters of life
There little lives are fun to them
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I am waiting
looking up at
barbed wire
sinking in mud
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M is for the many times you hugged me
O is for the many things you do for me
M is for all the memory's we had together.
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She gave a slight shiver
Than fell with a thud
Her collar quite suddenly
Sodden with blood
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I have eaten
The plums
That were in
The icebox
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Love is the ocean
its calm and reassuring
it rages in a storm.
its home to one of your greatest fears
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Put your finger
In foxys hole.
Foxys out,
At the back door
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Write from your heart
Write from your soul
Make the best of your talent
And don't EVER let go
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She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
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