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hello,
how can i help you?
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sure i can do that,
do you have an account with us?
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i'm not sure Sir,
did she leave a hint?
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well, i would but
i'm not your wife.
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it means i have no way of knowing
what her favorite book is,
can we try another form of info?
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that's not listed here either Sir,
aren't you a grown adult
or do you get a kick out of
lewd prank calls?
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you won't have to,
i don't need this stress.
--
the ones that teach you,
who lift you up over
their heads
in good faith,
these are their stories.
QuincyMHolland Jul 2020
he finds it hard to see the dirt
overshadowed by the slow pervert
Confusion, Denial, Hypocrisy and the search for beauty.
Starry Sep 2019
Dear zockkes

I hope you
Enjoy the Ninth
circle of islamic
Hell for there is not
better place for you
For what you
Do to the
Poor creatures
God's creatures.
Arisa Mar 2019
An insect.
That crawls upon my body, except I can't quickly swat it away
Without causing attention to myself
and everyone noticing that my
white ******* are pulled
all the way down
to my ankles.

My lips are dry so I bite them.
Knuckles whitening while I hold onto the grip-strap
And I hear his heavy breathing against my neck.
I look at the tunnels, quickly passing by.
'Maybe this will end fast too?'

Naive of me to think so.

Sliding into my flower
Like a toxic, little aphid.
Stuck on my sticky leaves
As petals are parted and

I pour out of the open doors in Shinjuku station,
And run out, wiping a tear on my sleeve.
I tug up my decency
While I run to the ticket booth.
Angry foreigner was yelling at the old man who sits within.
The clock above strikes eight.
I decide that it's not worth it.
I won't tell anyone.
It doesn't matter.
Could be worse.
It's okay.
I'm okay.







I wasn't okay.
I recall a time where I was molested by a pervert in the trains of Tokyo when I was in middle school.
Ann Marie Peña Sep 2018
I fell disgusted as I fell a hand on my buttons.
In my town, this is no strange.
But today was different because the hand in my private place wasn't a big one but a small innocent hand of a 10-year-old smiling at me while still touching me.
And trust me, that touch was not in a childish way.
Sadly is not the first time that happens.
Tristan Taylor Mar 2018
She wasn't a girl
She wasn't yet a woman
At least in her mind
She still stayed in her parents house
At that time

One day she got a taste of it
Of how it is
She was innocent yet pretty
Got looks all over the city
But she didn't suffer from stupidity

She was walking past two guys
On the beach
One was relatively handsome
He caught her eye
But he was looking at her exposed thighs

The other was reading a book on a bench
As he looked down, he looked older
He looked as if he had a thirst to quench
He looked at her body, licking his lips
"I can show you something, sugar ****"

She was no girl
She was officially a nubile woman
In her mind
She got back to her parents' house
While she still had time.
A poem about a very pretty girl that is *******.
Rae Slager Oct 2017
Your smile
Penetrates my eyes
And pervades my stubborn lips
Seema Sep 2017
...so he said
You are the jewel in the crown
Skin so smooth, almond like brown
Teeth white as the winter snow
To you my princess, I kneel to bow

...and she replied**
If I am the jewel in the crown
I belong to a King not you clown
If my skin is smooth and brown
Why do you wag your tail around?
If my teeth is white like snow
So what! Why can't you understand my 'No'
Calling me a princess and bowing is fine
But if you try crossing your flirting line
My slap will turn your face red to shine!
Don't bother me, spoilt creatures,
Else you'll be counting your infinite stitches!
Move away, I am not here for roadside speeches
Else you'll be pushed in the ***** pool of leeches...BEHIND YOU!


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