Classic poem of the day
As often in a bun,
The currants you surprise,
Behind the mask of Fun
I catch my Franco's eyes.
Member poem of the day
They made him fight 'till the end.
They made him have no second thoughts.
They made him feel like he wanted his world to end.
They made him fight 'till his death-
fight with himself.
They made want to cry, shout, and scream-
cut a knife through his thin skin.
Prick his heart with a tiny pin,
lay in his grave- with a victorious smile. Thinking for once in his life, he did something right.
They made him unstable, they made him weak.
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