the punchline

if beauty was a
joke,..

her eyes would be
the
punchline;..

the preferred
smoke.

(or favorite
line.)

a

cold winds blowing
in
the dead of night,

nursing a shattered
Heart!

(a victim of lifes
parasites.)

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i was with her long
ago;

but..

she was never quite
with me.

so alone she was in
hopeless sorrow..

and
 lost within her
memories.

looking for new dreams
to borrow!!

(  from those formerly
deceased.)

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your turn bro.
it doesn't have to
rhyme. just go with
it man. you're a beast
when it comes to that