Parody of Poetry #18
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1 min readJul 24, 2017
Burning skies full of lies
No more cries for all tries
Don’t live yore ease the sore
Find the lore to fight for
Shut the door for the bore
Make your tore spread the gore
Make your choice be own voice
Wait no more to fight for
Burning bridges hollow ridges
Clear the skies full of lies
