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Poetry Page 5!!

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Anon's Life Story.
I know a young lady
Who's name shall be Anon.
Judjing by her state of mind,
She won't live for very long.

Her psychotic excuse of a husband
Beats er black and blue.
But still, she loves him,
There's nothing she can do.

With three broken ribs
And a jaw that's wired,
She said she'd leave
But she's just too tired.

Take a leap of faith
Down four flights of stairs.
She won't say goodbye,
She thinks he really cares.

This reoccurring pain lapse,
She's seen it all befoe.
This feeling of de-ja-vu
As her skull crashes to the floor.

With three broken ribs
And a jaw that's wired.
She said she'd leave
But she's really too tired.

Take a leap of faith
Down four flights of stairs
She won't say goodbye,
She thinks he really cares.
Tidal Shave.

Scratch the surface,
Shave the tides.
Scuff the varnish
From malicious lies.

Scrub the filth,
Shoot the scum.
Obliterate the Klan,
The everlasting dumb.

Scrape the murder,
Fire the muck.
Erase the racists,
Who gives a fuck?

Pure angelic
World within,
Just shave the tides,
Look beneath the sin.
Empty.
When I look into the mirror and see you behind me,
And feel your soft kisses against my neck.
I know I'm falling to ruins.
Becoming a nervous wreck.

Because as I stare
Into where you should be.
You start to fade
And disappear from behind me.

My throat tightens,
The further you walk.
And my stomach churs,
When I think I hear you talk.

What is this rock in my gut?
It only appears when I think of you.
But everwhere I look,
It's you you you!

My head is filled with heavey thoughts,
I need t rest my mind.
But I can't do that till I'm with oyu.
And I'll rest yours with mine.

As my insides turn to liquid,
I know I'm needing you.
But you're walking away.
Isn't there anything I can do?

I need to feel your arms again.
Wrapped around my waist again.
I need to hear your thoughts again.
But baby can you tell me when?