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Scattered puzzle
written by Genocide Reaper11:57 AM 3/10/05Dozen's of places to put the scattered puzzle.
Never was I any good at this, even as you distracted me with a nuzzle.
Inside the darkness the truth was nestled.
And even if I got wet from pussy.
I still think you were and are over rated.
Ok, yes, I know, here it is, your hated.
By me, why?
What you did was fucking rotten.
Low down.
Scum sucking material.
Have you forgotten?
I want you out of here.
Because I don't want to remember the times I fucked you.
Maybe in retrospect its good for you.
But I don't want to be the suspect of reliving a shitty past.
You I'll never trust.
Face it bitch.
It was all blind lust.
My dick did the talking.
And my legs did the walking.
What's with these questions?
I gave you the answers.
Stop asking for reasons.
You know who I am.
and what I was about.
acting so innocent.
Like you never were going to fuck me over.
But from the start, that was your intent.
And yes, I still have those video's.
Full content.
Want them back?
Too bad, I think I'll burn them.
Along with the Kodak film.
Such a moment.
Wired from bondage and fucking you in the ass.
Time to turn around, and leave, don't let the memory last. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Yeah, I know seems like I dwell on the past... And its because shit haunts me, and this is the only way to get rid of it.. And a lot of situations I was in with people are stuck in stasis.
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