How many write like this?How many write poems like this As though the wind blows through the trees another fucking tree like it's so beautiful beauty a word they will never know because their faces are filled with acne acne is a pain a dark pain that causes insecurity like a lampost that's obviously on street a streetHow many write like this?
to society society is very scary.
Smile?This negative hyperbole is simply a victim of his perjurySmile?
The surgery will never be able to fill in the variables but the curves are smooth and sweet to the teeth and the vultures feet are callused and meek the path that we fly is only for meat the sting of the screech tv is not for me tell me a story and i'll tell you a lie my point stands here and i'll leave if you cry I'll wait for the noise to finally die cause then I'll know you've grinned and tried.
poetic rampage bitch!
I Have To Pee
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[link] Have a click and look around
would you visit me?
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Gwizdala Dariusz
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It's odd inside my world.
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