Poem -

Puppets on a madmans page. (Revised.)

Puppets on
A Madmans
Page.
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Yesterday HeaVen was
A
Haunted Library without

any
People there
to read about the
Ghosts
Who live in books;

as
I sat wondering
how
Many i's got lost

within the
Page.

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and
Do I love because
I
Love?

Or
Claim to Love
Intent
Upon a Fuck?!

(Oh,
Why do sad
faced
Angels cut
A
Bleeding HearT
so
much?!!)

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Now
today...

heaven is
The
Ghost of Yesterday,

Who's
Smile remains a memory
which
could never the joys of
Experience
Replace.

as
I sit
Tearing
Out My
Eyes

Because
I
Hate This
Haunted
Place!

Seeing as
The
"I's"
 are
All Puppets.

(Dancing on a
Madman's page.)

J.Stephen.h.

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Lorris Morris

Great write.....all Smiles....all stars.Pin on this one

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