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The **** Poem.

**** this,

**** that,

**** you

and every ******* lie.

That slid through your

crooked/cracked teeth.

My fists,

consumed with an

angry adrenaline.

Knock out em' out.

You're going to need

an oral surgeon.

Next line you drop.

And Pow.

Talk ****

get hit.

No, get electrocuted.

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Sacrelicious

33 / M / American

Published: Jul 9, 2012
LinesWords: 1747

Tags: #love #lies #hate #lust

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