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Cunt

I cannot number the times you've cut me off,
choked me out, rubbed me raw, drained me.

Stench, stinking up my view like a thousand
flipped turtles on a stretch of prehistoric sand.

I'd bury you to dig you back up like a dog, later
Consuming you from your ass until your teeth.

My spent seed gumming up a future in you
Worshipped, your insight smells of old blood.

The way it sticks around like an uninvited cousin
Waiting for another monthly opportunity to breed.

Casting men up mountains to moan
alone with one another under hood.

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Written April 28th, 2004

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  • ImNoGoddess
    December 9, 2004
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    Should I puke or applaud? This is a very strange, yet poetically pleasing piece. -Raviyn

  • CherrySwirl
    May 2, 2004
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    Cunt is purely a hot word


  • LittlePariah09
    April 29, 2004
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    Hmm...yeah, women are pyscho and they can tear you apart into little pieces that are impossible to glue back together. I am one, but without doubt, we are psychotic freaks.


  • horus8 gold member
    April 28, 2004
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    No, it's a metaphor for vertical flounder marinated in moose knuckle syrup and camel toe clippings.


  • Naughtygrlred
    April 28, 2004
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    Cunt isn't that the worthless piece of skin around the clit refered to as a women?
    Edited on Apr 29, 3:02 p.m. because ''.


  • April 28, 2004
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    I'm sorry.
    Can I speak for all of the cunts and apologize? Or maybe it's one in particular that you ought to hear that from...
    Stunning analogy/metaphor/symbolism/whatever else you want to call it.


  • Nyx Iscariot
    April 28, 2004
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    hmm...

    the vehemence could rip the bark of a tree.

    N...


  • cvillelisa
    April 28, 2004
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    you have to stop writing love poems .. you are killing me..almost feel the need to bite snakes ..


  • Zero-Doll
    April 28, 2004
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    I like it! Women suck...yes I am one BUT..we're evil


  • April 28, 2004
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    You miserable, anguish-ridden twat. Oh, good poem by the way.


  • April 28, 2004
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    I would have gone with the ballerina giving a gratuitous crotch shot for the border of this one, but that is just me. Cunt it is then.


  • April 28, 2004
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    Remind me not to piss you off? Hmmm..and the way it sticks around for another month to breed...interesting metaphor, I like that ..a bit (I want to say grosser, but I think that's wrong) than one I would even think to think of ..and I'm rambling ...but seems like someone has been dense ..and needs to rethink themselves..(and I don't mean you)

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