Would You Care, For Another Gum Drop

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snap, crackle, and pop,
make the pain, then wish it just,
would stop,

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red rivers of love,
making the daisies as red as the,
snow during war,
a blackbird cries in the distance,
just like you cry inside.

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tied up in your sleeves of paper,
and pots of ink,
with your pens so sharp,
it all crawls your skin so bad,
the red wont stop,
until you drop,
snap,
you cackle,
and your (cork) gun,
goes pop.

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A.A. I am being really paranoid and kind of out of it, in a way, had to force myself to break out of writers block today, forcings good though, making patterns that will stay. I am debating on what to put up, being ranted to about if someone steals it, but I really love reviews and talk and such, it hurts me not to post, just if one person read my poem it would probably make my day. Just little thinks. Hm, well anyway, this is moderatly old, maybe a couple weeks or a month, just wanted to post it and never did. There you go.