[Saiyouri]

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AIDS

Aids is the natural hell that
breezes through autumn
and other season,
cherokee, princess' women, and
men glow in the moment
of truth that has you
walking down a
red street and you are denying
the feeling to kill yourself.
People tell you 'I love you', and
you always hear love
and romance keep you alive,
but you never think to caution yourself
every month and day to check your
blood supply and listen to infection prevention
AIDS!!!!




Note: This poem was written using words from
magazines that I cut out and pasted to paper.
It was one of my best poems loved by alot of
people who read it. My teacher for class that
I wrote this for was proud of me for doing
this poem. It even got published in a magazine.
So did another poem of mine but I can't
remember what one that is.


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