Bocks Poems - Poems about Bocks

...You go outside yourself look back, a storm of salt bocks your skull from seeing thoughts, yet their wings flap like dying pidgins on city concrete. Washing your hair over the sink blood r......

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...i wil never be perfekt no mater how hardi trie. becuase i dont hav wat it taks to be loved. see, wenever i give my hart away its always pushed and shoved now its beeten and brused ......

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