Poems by *Lyrically Inclined*

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  • Sittin\' in front of a blank pad on a blank day...
    Then it all goes blank, and I\'m walkin\' the...

  • Lost in the mode, religion so typical
    Hate the fact that everything about it seems to me...

  • My love for you pours out of my heart from this...
    You came with keys of gold and freed me from this...