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Nov 2016
they say "stop"
i say "what"

Profanity is such a strange thing.
They scream its name, but I can't dream of not waking up and muttering,
"oh ****"

"stop it" they scream
"stop what" i scream back, my words hitting their cheeks.

Profanity is such a strange thing.
I mutter to the air, sun, moon
"oh ****"

i guess their scared of the truth behind some words
that mutter themselves over and over.

Profanity is such a strange thing.
allie
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allie  20/F/London
(20/F/London)   
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