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Edited by
Ladywind7
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Sun 02/02/20 01:43 AM
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Once upon a time there lived this doll.
Life was full, with child's play. Abandoned, she pole dances now. <×> <×> <×> <×> <×> <×> <×> I am drinking too much. It started when you left me love. It is the quickest way to be in your arms. Feel free to add your own three lines. True or false it is just words, with a message |
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Angry. Devastated. Alone.
You left me without warning. Choking on the salt of my tears. |
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You burped
I farted Now yer dearly departed |
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You got your Trump in my USA
You got your USA in my Trump Proof some mixes are not as good as a Reese's Peanutbutter Cup |
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There once was a woman from date hookup
That moved to be at mingle Because she really wants to tingle yer dingle |
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My lips and tongue burn almost like pins and needles.
Words are forming, yet their is no utterance. How does the fire in me express itself, if I can not speak? |
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Edited by
Ladywind7
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Tue 03/03/20 03:57 AM
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You think your words challenge people.
They are cavernous icicles thrust into vulnerable hearts, Thinly veiled insults of your conical, upside down judgement. . |
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Confusion, best left unknown
Was learned, or was it? To see, is to be hidden, is to be revealed |
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Delusions and realities
And false piteous, pious glances Trapdoors and rope, and sun and moon |
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The thread of my bark, is earnest
You choose to pervert it, and say earn it With your buckets of ice and banana skins |
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I fell for your distance.
all that time, you wore the miles masquerade. |
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Edited by
Ladywind7
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Wed 03/04/20 04:27 AM
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I try not to let my pen weep.
I want nothing more or less than you and your djinn wings around me. I need you. |
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U I Hi I don't normally comment. But that is brilliant |
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I fell for your distance. all that time, you wore the miles masquerade. The pain you avoided makes me so grateful. I would wish upon a star and wish for nothing more than you remain pure, unlike me. |
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The thread of my bark, is earnest You choose to pervert it, and say earn it With your buckets of ice and banana skins I agree |
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I fell for your distance. all that time, you wore the miles masquerade. The pain you avoided makes me so grateful. I would wish upon a star and wish for nothing more than you remain pure, unlike me. You are too hard on yourself. Falling in love doesn’t make you un-pure, it makes you human. Cherish yourself the way others do. |
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They say silence is golden
That is not what I desire from you Hold me and feel my heart, talk to me! |
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Oh dear it must be serious
Cupid must have shot an arrow through your heart. Be cool or she might fly away. |
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Bars of bones, and broken phones
And eyes, that appear in the dark Broken compass, and rough seas, aft the rudder lives a shark |
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