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Dec 2012
I just despise you
you make me wish to spit nails
teeth drenched in venom
let me tear you apart
cold, unfeeling, callous
you make my anxiety reach a peak
so easy for you to dance on graves
dance, smiler dance!!!
know I lie in wait
for the day
that my vindictiveness can cut you to pieces
so easy to take the bloodied knife
and repeatedly jab at the lamb
sick and twisted must you be
feeling no remorse, no pain
dance on some more graves
let me put them in a pretty line
so that you may dance an eloquent dance
twisted
no way can such a taunt be held
if ever a thing was truly felt
and oh how angry does it make me
to feel this way, lying in pain
while you dance
on pretty little graves
such vapid spite
look for as many young lasses
as you might defile
spit in their faces
rip their hair out
gouge their eyes out
until they are no longer recognized
dance, dance away with every lady you touch
filling yourself to the brim
with empty emotions
until one day
you die alone and realize
you danced life away
while filling yourself with empty
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Anon C
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Anon C  31/F/Virginia
(31/F/Virginia)   
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