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I have grown tired of this planet
Let go of my arm now, God dammit
Don't you dare make a scene when I go
You want a show? Just find us a crowd
I'll make you scream our secrets out loud
We might as well let everyone know
I've wrapped all my wounds and I'm walking out
We've run out of things to talk about
I'll quit while my tolerance is low
- by SilvertongueSagittarius |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/25/2011 |
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- Title: Don't Make a Scene
- Artist: SilvertongueSagittarius
- Description: A Nove Otto I wrote for NaPoWriMo. A Nove Otto is a 9 line poem w/ 9 syllables per line, following a rhyme scheme of: a/a/b/c/c/b/d/d/b
- Date: 04/25/2011
- Tags: dont make scene
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