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how the willyou be well?20 faithful yearshe says he can't love you.if only the calendar couldresist fidgeting for a momentyou might afford a recoveryh..
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Youfool,you are an insolent idiot. Boorish and malignent,like a disobedient limbbetter offbeingamputated.You are a clockthat no one reads,you gauge wh..
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it is a stump in a rutfrom whichi only want to singabout being uglyand no one willing to love me.let me howl intothe sunset,decry til dust,and then ro..
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mama she treat yo boy likean antichrist and i forgive beforeshe even asks me toand i miss her more thananythingand i tear up when any lovesong comes o..
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then she can go f**k herself.I am through,through as the lifeof her favorite poet.And I won't comecrawling back.it takes far more strengthto let go th..
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we waited all day
but the night never came
shook our fists at the punishing rain
stead of throwin rocks at the white house
mimicked pop stars til ..
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was talking to some dudeasked him what his 2nd job washe said he only works onebut he works all dayi said you're lyingbecause if you did, they'd give ..
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the poem of my lifeis of few words,esoteric emotionsdue to depravity,and no relationto anyone else's.
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but of course youknow a stranger.you used to love
her,
for christ's sake.now unfamiliar as the futureset to be had.so go ahead little boy,cry for th..
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A syringe in nudity's clothingwho pokes you until youwhimperin pleasure,forgetting halfyour life's story as he calls you beautiful frequently enoughto..
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