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Jun 2013
He Spits at her through toxic tongue,
Although he is no serpent
She uses toxic pen and ink,
To make emotions bleed,
Torn to shreds,
He lashes her,
As in her bed she rests,

Lets vacant comments fly,
Disregarded as cheap trash.
Feeling indiscriminate,
Left her feeling not so great,
Venom flew into her eyes,
Blinded her to true loves' lies,
Curled up,
A vulnerable mess,
She stands in full defiance,
As deviance streams through her veins,
She 'll just strut her stuff.
Copywrite, Livvi Kent 01/06/2013
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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   --- and John Edward Smallshaw
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