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Sydney Victoria Sep 2012
Dont Try To Overthrow Me,
This Is My Territory,

Don't Try To Touch Me,
You Fraile,
Cold Hearted,
Tantrum Throwing Annoyance,
Don't Speak,
About The People Who Are Better Than You,
Dont Speak Lies,
Which Only Some Believe

Dont Try To Crush Me,
You Foul,
Demonic Child,
Don't Glare At Me,
I Have The Strongest Stare,
Don't Say You Want To **** Me,
You Would Never Succseed If You Try,
You Are Simply To Weak

Dont Try To Take Over Because,
You Are The Opposite Of The Human Spirit,
You Are The Flip Side Of Incredible,
Trying To Break Through The Wall,
I've Been Forced To Rebuild,
Over,
And Over,
I'm At Full Strength,
And Yet You Try To Break Me Down,
You Make Me Laugh

You're The Omega,
You Misquito,
Constantly Buzzing Around My Ear,
Telling Me What A ***** I Am,
And You Are An Angel?
You Are Demon
You Reddheaded Brat

Shut Your Mouth,
You Disease,
No One Wants You,
No One Wants To Taste The Hate You Hide,
No One Wants To See The Side I've Seen,
At One Time,
You Were Funny,
Bubbly,
Let Me Pop Those Bubbles,
Just Like You Popped Mine

I Am Indecent?
Because I'm Ugly?,
Only In You Crap Brown Eyes,
Tell It To My Face,
Not My Friends,
I'll Break Your Nose,
How Will You Feel Then?

You Are Nothing To Me,
A Waist Of Space,
I'm Tired Of Getting Pushed Around By You,
I Am Your Alpha,
I Have The Power To Hurt You,
Injure You Permanently,
But I Wont,
Just So You Know,
I'm Strong,
Physically,
Intellectually,
And You Are,
The Frost Who Wishes To **** My Rose,
But  Good Luck
The Climate,
Is Getting Warmer
Oh I Was So Angry When I Wrote This Ha
Rosero Jackson May 2015
The king, long lost, has finally taken the steps home...
The princess, long in her dreary wait, sees his distance. . .
He stumbles and falls and fails. .but keeps trying in his relent to his daughter. . .
The reddheaded princess sees his struggle, and is anxious in waiting. .
He rises, and sees his child. . .
She runs to his open, dense, arms. .
Crown of iron, stars and tattoos circle his head. . .
The king has returned

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