Poem Number Sixteen

Poem Number Sixteen

A Poem by IComeAnon
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The sixteenth poem I scribbled into my little notebook.

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My life is entirely

              Tiredly turning

To a place resonating

              With Hell.

This calendar is Hell.

© 2010 IComeAnon


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Added on October 11, 2010
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IComeAnon
IComeAnon

Lake St. Louis, MO



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