Poems from Lipinski

Slavery thought so bad when whips crack the soul Tears and lamentation with background noise of laughter Power of purse filled with such...
////////////////////Talk of fairie whispers while winds try hard to mute the flowers\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ /////////in land far past the...
Torn flesh from edges dashed through reality A bullet A blade A word cutting deep to the bone and for all the pain for all the suffering...
itchy feet feel great when scratched hard until the skin thins to blood alcohol brings out the courage quickly only to fall slowly to sink...
They party, you know, having the most fun of times Nibbling on whatever crumbs of words stick to sweeten the topic no such thing as, 'how...

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