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[aid] => mick
[title] => her scabby knees
[time] => 2004-07-09 18:02:41
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[bodytext] => her voice was like a broken bell echoed down a hollow well and at the bottom lay a husk of love born at dawn, but dead by dusk (and every single word she spoke she spoke only for me and every single thing she said was just a ***** lie to me) no time to grow, no time to care just time to blow when i'm not there a newborn lush with lust to spare so anxious to flatten that new grown hair (you know? "down there") (and every single thing she did she did only for me and every single thing she did was slowly destroying me) lips that taste like other men breath that reeks of swallowed sin eyes that said, "i love only you" a body that echoed, "and you and you..." (and you and you and you and you and you and you AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU) (and everytime that she touched me another scar dimpled my heart and each time i saw her scabby knees i was reborn and torn apart) not good enough that much i see she's making a fool out of me can't let her go on to her other guys while i sit, broken in her pile of lies so, though i loathe her taste and touch i'll give her the sex she needs so much wine and candles whips and chains soft romance and well-deserved pain i tickle and torture i punish and please i let her soar briefly then bring her to her knees groaning and screeching her sweat-slick body bends and then i smile softly and exact my revenge missionary i want to see her face bodies gyrate in passion with stuttered grace kissing her gently staring into her empty eyes i whisper, "i hate you" 'neath her fake pleasure cries my hands find her throat and gently restrict her breath then i smile and squeeze tighter Line removed by admin [comments] => 1 [counter] => 224 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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