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 Feb 2015 bluestarfall
mads
you cannot romance poetry,
she chooses when she falls,
when she loves back,
when she dives into your mind.

fornicating with her won't work either,
you can touch her,
you can kiss her,
but you will never truly be with her.

if you want her,
you must write her.
 Feb 2015 bluestarfall
Ant
Saw a miserable cat stuck up a tree
scared eyes signalling come rescue me
so like the softie I am I started to climb
don’t worry I call you’ll be down in no time
when I get to the top we both look down
my fear of heights kick in we both start to frown
so I shout for help along with a meow from the cat
perhaps the **** but I’m sure he called me a ****
just a bit of fun
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