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26 Feb Broken

I’m sorry I’m broken I’m sorry I’m in pieces I hate that I can’t do what you want I hate that I remember my past It pains me to think about the fact that you might think I’m broken It pains me to imagine you…

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18 Feb Four Letter Hero

No illumination Neither candle nor lantern Light bulb or nothing much as a lighter Sunshine nonexistent Pretend happiness and joy go as clockwork Until home in the comforts of cotton lying against my cold, deserted, hungry flesh Eyes close to the only highlight to my…

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12 Feb Vampire…

Seduction peers off of the moonlight Dims into the light of the balcony Trembling skin along the bones That develop the cold structure A touch that is infectious Bewitches my mind into an endless high Lust fills the organism Pumping and generating Under my breast,…

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08 Feb Who Are You?

I have a question And before you open your mouth To give me your answer Think about it for a second This is important In fact, it’s so important that by the end of this conversation you will have opened your imagination To the realization…

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21 Dec Seventy Dollar Doll

…..The other day my niece Delia was uncharacteristically sweet, giving kisses, playing with my hair (not her usual deal) and sat with me after supper.  “What’s that?  Coffee?  Is it nice?”  She gave me My look back at me…  its my niece, so of course I recognized the…

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25 Nov Why Am I Still Even Awake?

New Super Mario Bros Wii I remember you, or at the very least parts of you. I remember your vagina. Yes, crass, or careless. My problem is I’m not as careful aa you always are, So careful vagina final destination. WTH? Why am *I* being…

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12 Nov Ideas Man

I am what they call in the business. That’s it, there is nothing else. Using things inappropriately is my forte (with an accent). For example, one time I used a text-editor programme to woo sexual favor, internationally.

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03 Nov Writing as a Writer

The best thing was when she swallowed my cum, simultaneously saying that I am a “Writer’s writer’. Meaning that I produce work that other writers take their time to look at. Tomorrow morning I will probably h8 myself, but today I am free. I am…

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22 Oct Bert

I saw an epitaph with a single name, all it said was 'Bert', engraved, just 'Bert'. What is wrong with being named 'Bert'? Why is it such a social issue? Why is Bert so evil? Usually poetry has some kind of form or rhyme or...
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