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My Mornings were Filled with Nightmares and Pies (Free verse) by T. Jonathron Remp Raspberry hate
Molesting my plate
Can I escape
My blueberry fate
Nothing but lies
Nothing but pies
Sweet smelling clouds
Darken my skies
Marshmellow pain
Blackberry rain
Beaten to death
With a long sugar cane
These are the thoughts
These are the notions
Choking my throat
Like apple pie potions
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