This is a poem I wrote in creative writing in Graham's class.
I am a battlefield of love and life I walk on this minefield called love when I ryme it is a symphony of jealousy. I dance the dance of truth but in the end there is nothiness of justice but a circus of carnival of respect for those that have fallen for good because they to need to be respected with honor and grace of a angel with wings of white light and demons with wings of dark and us with wings of light and dark. Humans aren't mistakes but make them like a cook to cake or an ox to strength or a rich man bank but no matter what we still make mistakes.
Jacob
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