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roses are red
your mom is dead
i stabbed her in the chest
and sawed off her head
next to go was your dad
when i shot him, he looked kinda sad
all this blood, makes me horney
blah blah blah this poem is really corny
I love you ________ (insert girls name here)
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Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.
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