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Oct 2010
You're spitting blood at me instead of words,
grasping onto clothing,
retching onto your knees,
pleading,
begging,
stupid.
I'm simply kicking the chair from underneath you,
you strung yourself up.
Consider it the lesson of your life,
and the end of it.
Happy Halloween weekend.
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Kathleen
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Kathleen  F/United States
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