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A collection of poems I make in my spare time. Life, Love, Despair, Rebirth, and anything else I write. Main poetry collection.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Chapters: 7 - Words: 567 - Reviews: 4 - Updated: 03-10-13 - Published: 12-22-12 - id: 3085274
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Colored Lens
This world was dull and boring
And full of nasty things
Dreams are broken, hopes are crushed
I often wished for wings
But wishes are just dreams
Called by another name
The same things always happen
We all play the same game
So here, I guess, i'll say to you
Why I have written this
Taking up your precious time
Which you will surely miss
In this world of nasty things
Of liars, cheaters, "friends" -
I think we've all been seeing it
Though a colored lens.
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