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Easy to relate to, Poem on despicable people. |
| Blank Pages You’re like the white, blank pages of an empty sheet. All you do is stare back at me. You’re like the ice cold shock of the pouring rain. Making everything stop until the moments drained. You’re the face in the picture on the wall. The girl who thinks she knows it all. You’re loud as the thunder During the storm. You burn like the fire That sears all form. You pretend all day And rest all night. To start over again And lead all out of light. |