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ungrateful little whore
attempting to dry my tears with
my own hand
disgusted by your irridescent voice
which is no longer mine to hear
i cant be bothered by your sickness
and you cant be bothered with mine
ill forget all the times you let me down
and you can forget about all the times
we fell asleep together on the couch
your a cruel little boy
with an appetite for nothingness
and how can i amount to that
when i am beautiful
when i am everything.






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On Tuesday April 8th, 2003, Sky Singer (212) writes:
i must agree.... wonderful poem :)


On Wednesday March 12th, 2003, Jonas (877) writes:
goddam! this was excellent... there are just a couple lines that take this 'normal' piece and spin it into something wicked, ungrateful little whore, you're a cruel little boy... the last two lines tie it all together.


On Sunday March 9th, 2003, Sharon Rose (666) writes:
Ooo, that's frigging good (first words that popped into my head, wouldn't you know?)...wow, been a while since I got impressed, thank you...



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