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Jun 2014
She is the reason I clench my fists-
another wave crashing against
an already broken ship.
Something held so fondly in the hands of
an ignorant little child
torn to pieces by belligerent claws
worn so elegantly by an otherwise
hideous temptress.

Oh, how you hate me.
I can't ******* stand her.
God, I can't /*******/ stand her.
Jo Hummel
Written by
Jo Hummel  Fort Worth
(Fort Worth)   
600
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