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Mar 2014
And so you go again... Yourself.
Poison.
Spite.
Cruelness. Presumed Power.
Take and take and take and take once more.
Know better...
Trashed as the stank kept.
Disgust.
Which doesn't sink.
Stupid. You ****** up.
The choice is clear.
It chose; consumed, spit you to dirt.
Oh so crafty...
Less than standard.
A riddle for the ages...
Dire, desperate, needing to be fulfilled.
You want to play teacher. You want your hair pulled.
You don't know abuse...
Nothing taught me to stand the very thought of you.
I try. I give. You take. You devour.
I surrender to the suffering.
Tell me again your worth.
Less than my two cents.
Robert H Rook III
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