Poems from Wesley Phipps

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I'm an aspiring novelist
Locked under a shed of grief My sorrow is always blinding, A rage that elates my tenacious soul Will always seem to find me, Buried deep...
What is love with out a girl... what is beauty without art... what is life with out you... I hope this is you reading this letter and if...
I look into the eyes of the devil, to see my self staring back, I dont know what will happen, but I know that it must be bad, He asks me...

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