Filled with Desire
Filled With Desire In the end None of us were all that different We are all nearly the same. We are just corpses Filled with desires. And the desires, are soaked in sin. What makes us different Arethe desires we deny, And the desires we pursue.
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I'm 17 years old, I love to snowboard and skateboard. My favorite poet is Charles Bukowski, because of his blunt, emotional poems (No beatin' round the bush with him). I got into poetry when I was 13 years old, when my grandmother passed away. She...
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