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| im not on your list? so sad!
i was hoping to be still attached to a string.
alas, im sure there are others who took my place
so you wont feel so alone.
you need the lives of others to justify your own.
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I held your hand as we crossed
the line between reason and insanity,
where one plus one equals one,
and honest attempts at watching movies
become violent make-out sessions,
jealousies deadly!
.......and each time you touch my skin,
I become aroused. No shame.
If words could express my emotions dear
they would be "a rolling head"....... my own!
and yours? "Anne Boleyn"!
........a picture really is worth a thousand words.....
And i intend to write them all.
But first: lets fuck! | |
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Do you remember when we
went to the concert together dear?
You held my hand.....
The whole time.....
I think I made a comment
concerning how many men you had been with.....
I was blind with hypocrisy.
You and I are the true poets here.
I am stoned,
sitting in a shower,
unshaven, unkempt,
writing bad poetry......
And my Dear? In a house of God! | |
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| PREPARE FOR THE POETRY ONSLAUGHT!! PREAPAREFUCKIN PREPARE PREAPRE FOR THE FUNCKIN ON SLAUGHTASLKFHD;H;LKHASFD;LHKSADF |
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