not actuallyA Poem by Julie Butler
Liar you lie there
like a prey hunting spider waiting for flies or half blind admirers in your web made of falsehoods your hearts hard like fossils I thought it would be good until i laid down horizontal but you're only partially harmful cause i too get rather hostile once i gargle what you marvel in & swallow all your awful © 2013 Julie Butler |
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Added on May 5, 2013Last Updated on May 5, 2013 |