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Jul 22
The spectacle
Speck in my eye, speck tangle
Rectangle, always four sides to her stories!
Twisted lies, late replies, her fake fables I'm sick of it!

Like a dog on a leash, I followed that path-not-logical
She, a pathological liar.
The biological fire that drew me in was hot.
If all men are dogs, or not
You were on heat, I guess you truly are a *****.
*When a female dog is fertile, it's referred to as being "On heat"
*A female dog is called a *****

Read it out loud, I enjoyed writing this one.
Written by
Brown African Man  20/M/Harare
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