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Suppose I was more agreeable Instead of arguing over coffee about politics, religion *All those subjects deemed taboo that neither of us truly give a **** about* Pressing my point like daggers against your ribcage Knowing the sweet spots that make you moan I would give in, applaud your cleverness, then leave for work You would be left wondering if you should feel insulted. of course you should As usual,my filterless memoirs have become vocalized ******* them back in tight and quick is useless Once freed, the damage is done But. they. are . just. words. the previous statement is ridiculous and the author should be shot Never could I slice you deeper, **** your private mind or lay your soul bare Then with the bitter, caustic, truthful edge of my observations You are just as vulnerable as the rest of them Barbed wire telegrams Frozen emails Ash and arsenic letters Cut you to the quick Delightful. But I like it better when I can witness the damage Basking in the upper handed afterglow of my superior ability to mortally wound For no bit of silver that I've ever found Was ever sharper than the razor edge of my tongue
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Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
Insightful Malice
Suppose I was more agreeable Instead of arguing over coffee about politics, religion *All those subjects deemed taboo that neither of us truly give a **** about* Pressing my point like daggers against your ribcage Knowing the sweet spots that make you moan I would give in, applaud your cleverness, then leave for work You would be left wondering if you should feel insulted. of course you should As usual,my filterless memoirs have become vocalized ******* them back in tight and quick is useless Once freed, the damage is done But. they. are . just. words. the previous statement is ridiculous and the author should be shot Never could I slice you deeper, **** your private mind or lay your soul bare Then with the bitter, caustic, truthful edge of my observations You are just as vulnerable as the rest of them Barbed wire telegrams Frozen emails Ash and arsenic letters Cut you to the quick Delightful. But I like it better when I can witness the damage Basking in the upper handed afterglow of my superior ability to mortally wound For no bit of silver that I've ever found Was ever sharper than the razor edge of my tongue
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Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
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