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Sep 2019
I’ve given you my ****** heart!
I’ve wept for those torn apart!
Really folks, what does it take?
Fourteen words to describe a lake.

I’ve written of darkness and lasting pain.
Raised the question to if I’m insane!
Perhaps to you, it doesn’t matter.
You’re only here to lie and flatter.

Really though, what is all this?
A digital spot to ***** and ****?
Tapping out our daily woes.
In the hope of reaching a few lost souls?

Passionate pieces and playful taunts.
Forgotten moments, remembered wants?
Why don’t she love you? You’re not worthy.
You got ****** up teeth and a bout with scurvy.

Look, I get it, you’re looking for meaning.
A demon ***** with eyes a gleaming.
But it’s not here, not by a stretch.
Just a thousand writers and a ****** wretch.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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