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Morning Porridge
Poe

Sitting
thinking
contemplating whether I have
the courage

Shaking
holding
carressing the pistol of all
my dreams

I see through
water  logged eyes
the life I have been made
to live

The hate
the destruction
the sophistication of
Evil

And shivering with love
crying with happiness
smiling with humour
I flick the switch

After being so clever
I'll now live forever
For finally, I am dead.



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