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Rough drafts of poetry
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
dont speak
I should not speak.
these words fumble out wrong.
i'm bad news babe.
my colors are not peacock plumage,
but butterfly's "beware, i am poison".
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Charles Xavier Lacerte
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I'm a USMC reservist, got my EGA in february of 2010. a real dork but enjoys writing poetry. i root for Slam Free or DIE all the way every year because not only are they my state/home venue's team, but they're always the coolest people.
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