Someone misleading for pleasure,
is never considered trustworthy.
He's become as one that is marked.
Ruining lives his game, his pleasure,
pleasing 'self to ruin others his fetish.
He continues to live evil, misleading.
Dishonesty runs in his veins, not blood.
Ruination, is always his contemplation,
with me always making confrontation.
Or maybe he's a she wanting to rob me,
to steal what is worthless from me
Or it's the worthless one trying to trick me,
to make me think it's a worthless she thief.
Either a worthless he or worthless she,
either way they smell like rotten flesh,
and in time will become such,
but as for me, I will grow eternity.
sucks somewhere, tell me where?
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realistic one
its impressive poem indeed.. hope you never stop spreading your sweet thoughts...
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you're sick
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you think so...
but who is going to make me sick... have you ever noticed good friend????
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I liked this, you have someone in mind. A wonderful reply and psycho analysis dear sweet bitter
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