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My Dead Dude
written by Schizophrenic_broken05:07 PM 10/21/04I touch his face, it feels so cold,
A death-like grip surrounds my hold.
His face is grey, his lips are blued,
Life to me with my dead dude.
I lie down still, pick up my knife,
In one deep breath I took my life. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
This was written to my ex- mate. Her favourite word is dude.
I'M SORRY, DUDE
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