Oh dear dad, has saint peters gone bad? It's like he's glad that you're gone, and that I'm sad because of this, Don't he think we miss you? Because now mum can't kiss you anymore, this is all just piss, Can't you see that we're mad just like old man Chris and his reminisce because of his dehisce, then we lose him too, just like deja vu.
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Poetry Book 1: Heartache
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