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nicky-b
nicky-b
47/F/Greece/UK I like to write It is the only thing
to accept ****** to accept people that weep to accept that terrorism leads this way oh it does And it has become that weeping is the way that we look through a teaful eye no matter what brain the eyes came from
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
It Has Become
booth the touch of a shoulder arm on the hand war planes sinking bombs on the touch kids naked in the street crying mamma blown up her touch on my hand in the photograph booth
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Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC
The Photograph
I look from the window; and could happily spit on the brains walking by
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
Spitting
or not show as the brothal of auschwitz turned off the lights Women from all areas of the auschwitz camp were rounded up and told to perform *** acts to the prisoners of the camp oh and in return they would be given better food to eat but locked up in nothing more than a metal cell for years Theses women were not prostitutes and they did not choose to reside in a brothel or work from these women were human trafficked slaves to the ones that put the money in the pocket and also the slaves to the ones that ****** Them and by the way Prositutes Get Paid
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
Go On And Show
to all those that taught me to the ones and for all that stood like adults but stooped like bent and unwatered flowers and watered themselves turing into weeds f off to all that shook their head to my destiny I know that mine is better than yours all sorry about that not really And to all those the mummy and the daddy F Off
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
F Off
and the ***** lays limp long lost to take out the mother is her slap the face and kick the ribs as **** rises and sits on the ground   stirring self bits to **** with a wanking hand hands hundreds of decades of ***** Rule With a hard on
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
As The **** Rises
about the vicious hard on it is not me to blame **** off you are to blame take your **** out of my face your smelly neck and ear hairs ****** arms pinning me down
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
I Dont Know
Love the bread in my hand Love the food too Love the time walked or thought Love more And loved All
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC
Love
when the storms throw me and they do and when I get it and when I ignore as a Woman with stones that blister my head as in pain I say **** You
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
Faith In Myself
a non forgotten thing of remeberance and it scares to the bone of such sights and every day is another photograph
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
Every Day Is Another Photograph