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A Poem by ArielMicheline

pardon my illiteracy but

the spell you set upon me

is tearing my neurons

apart

compromise of the highest

fashion with past tense

oppression

my new found obsession

with your mouth

a quadratic equation of

hands spent like bad

checking

two palms too many for

my liking

you've been implying his

desires all along

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Added on January 3, 2011
Last Updated on January 3, 2011

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