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you take me out to show me off to your friends but as we sit side by side you can see i will never be like them i casually rip them apart over dinner as the wine is spilt blood red my salivation burns like acid rendering their conversations dead and you look to me in anger there is hatred in your stare your friends have all grown silent they regard me now in fear see i am anti social and i am untamed if you thought you could somehow change me then you too must be insane |
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A other good poem poeticwolf.Keep them coming.
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merci cher
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Nice french. Ton francais est tres bon.
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A fine wordsmith!
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Wee-Wee- Mademizell--hee,hee..lol
Great Thoughts of a savage and voiceful presents, I choose to have one near, who thinks of me so dear! And as change, we cannot do. Just live life and love-it through. |
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Tres beau poem poeticwolf
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hey iam4u....
It's: Oui, Oui Mademoiselle... |
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dark but a very good sequence of poems. should have a warning label
prior to reading Now I need to burn some sage. |
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another good one
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Poeticwolf,,,
I have truely enjoyed your poems I hope you will post more |
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that was wonderful nice work.
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Very nice bet they want try to change you again lol
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ahh the final piece ...danger filled and mind gripping...I must read
more!! |
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