In flavour's no taste,carnaged influence at crack of no soul, dignified dignity still on parole as it grabs all ur life ram stuffed tight in a hole. . iron crossed body under arms ice is thin you live in the dark my light melts your thin Ice. A chance you've been given to an still you don't see, ur the reap'r of you dysfunctional a stray as your time card at end holds truth an WILL STAY~
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
Elder abuse, I did on a job site witness today. I had to write something about it. Dam it's real it's there an it happens! Do your part, I did today!
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