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Somewhere out of the dark and deep
Hatred seems to creep,
And I wonder, fore-tell
If all that hate, go to hell?
Crawl back into your dark and deep,
And I hope you'll be able to sleep.
If you should die before you awake,
Go to hell, with all your hate.
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Kristen Creech More than 1 year ago
Steven Christians More than 1 year ago
good poem i liked it-love them anyway
Jet Rood More than 1 year ago
keep writing
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