The Mysterious M... Poems

I sit in a chair,
In a room with no flair.
That room was bare,
And stale was the air.
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As you sit in the rain
You hate the deep pain.

Your father died.
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As I sit in the rivers of my mind,
I sift through the dirt for what i'm trying to find.
Ooh, a nugget of memory, let's take a look at that.
No, that's just a big blue baseball bat.
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As you hear the bloody thuds around you,
The screaming is too much to bear.
You go prone to not get shot,
And feel the bullets graze your hair.
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