Poem -
Off off
Kill him from mansions an personal thoughtÂ
Kill him from the now to all past indulgenceÂ
Kill him the YOU survive another day while you look on for a dining of a hot dog to a good of fools or is it life
And you got a word of smart so small you are
The story folded into mist and gifts to the you so white. A ghost .....paint the picture a slip of the brush to the hand he is kneeling nowÂ
So dead a word as you walk pass me with nothing to say not silenceÂ
It ended to a fold of him who talks without an appointment of disciplines or understandingÂ
You lived another day of who ...
​​​​​​OFf off to my end of this my understanding...
And we all are ok to the next game
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