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You met him just like others before him,  he was rough and very very raw. You detested him,  saw him below your level.   He wormed his way into your heart and became part and parcel  of your being.   He had nothing, no life,  you breathed purpose into him.   He used to crawl, you became his legs.   A blind fellow who had no vision, you gave him sight and reason to live.             Just as a fish can't forget to swim,   just as a donkey itches to bray.   His past at times calls him and he relapses.   Two backslides you forgive,  then warn him. Just like a bad *** that doesn't forget to ****   You argue with him on his fortieth relapse.   Being the human being you are,  a child like him.   You call it quits,   Like a river drained of its water,  like a night stolen of its stars. Like a farm without its produce or a bee without its sting,   he is. He tries to stand, you were his feet.  Opens his mouth, your were his voice. He tries to think you were his brain. And looking at his heart, he has none. And that's  how to **** a man
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 5:02 AM UTC
How to **** a man
You met him just like others before him,  he was rough and very very raw. You detested him,  saw him below your level.   He wormed his way into your heart and became part and parcel  of your being.   He had nothing, no life,  you breathed purpose into him.   He used to crawl, you became his legs.   A blind fellow who had no vision, you gave him sight and reason to live.             Just as a fish can't forget to swim,   just as a donkey itches to bray.   His past at times calls him and he relapses.   Two backslides you forgive,  then warn him. Just like a bad *** that doesn't forget to ****   You argue with him on his fortieth relapse.   Being the human being you are,  a child like him.   You call it quits,   Like a river drained of its water,  like a night stolen of its stars. Like a farm without its produce or a bee without its sting,   he is. He tries to stand, you were his feet.  Opens his mouth, your were his voice. He tries to think you were his brain. And looking at his heart, he has none. And that's  how to **** a man
alex-nyaga-ikingi
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 5:02 AM UTC
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