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MaleXcore Apr 2016
She sits in a chair in a small room
Beside a guy whom she may love
Trapped in thoughts of ***, pain and drugs
Twittling of a blade across her lap
She looks up at him
His blink stair says enough
To make her want to get out of here
But she stands and a waits
James Hodge Feb 2013
Those three little words that he dares to speak
Makes my heart flutter with delight and wonder.
Does he mean it though?
Does he dare say those words to me and leave me with empty hope?
However will I be able to decide what he means?
How can I choose my words to respond?
One decision will take me into a world of harmony,
With cherubs twittling and harps rejoicing.
The other will take me to bliss,
filled with freedom and no worries ever.
So then I must decide what to do.
Those three little words....
"Cash or credit?"
liberal FIasco!! get out of my hair you nibbling twittling tweeting frenzy!  Circus of sole, circus of politicians, dancing with strings, with grins of overnight whitening, of dance, dance, of orient!  Whose in charge, and who is next!  Of line!  Not in the sense of the actors call, no, no, of the line of parliament!  Of the line of veto power!  and the veto power rests in the lap of clooney, whose approval is spoken with a glance from the camera,

Liberal fiasco!! you shuddering thorn in my hat, away with you, where did you come from?  that democratization of art, took it too far, press press press for your issue issue issue, for the children children children,oh you noble big headed liberals, of charity, of farting and calling the shard charity!  you poopsicles!  walking around with swirles on your head, prefer the taste of baby green or delicious brown custard scream?  you pompous boils, of anything but honesty, of swivlling chairs you are, you Oscar, call yourself stone!

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