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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Promise
*note: this was not written for anyone in particular or about anyone, just a product of my sick mind - fucking a', I've been inspired! weeeee!) How dare you speak to me with your rotten tongue? Your putrid air you breathe into my lungs With hated eyes you spew your faith And promise things no man can give.
Your disease you spread across my flaws With hated mouth your spew your waste And promise things no man can give.
Your crimson mark you leave upon my side With hated teeth you share your distaste And promise things no man can give.
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