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Too much desperation to be seen on DUP

There is desperation to be seen
On my laptop screen  
Pretentious art pumps around your devious heart  
Save your fucking breath  
You was my audition and you didn’t pass the test  
There is desperation to be seen  
There is a tangle between you and your brains seams  
There must have been something in your childhood  
That went amiss, and you seek attention and I shall not provoke  
Any tears, in this dead romance,  
It’s what the people are after;  
Single line poetry titles  
Like “water…”  
Our days are done  
And I can’t say it was very fun  
Too many pretenders,  
Flicking through the handbook  
Of obnoxious poetry,  
There is no shock to your punch lines,  
You were bent over for me  
And I walked away  
Your pussy is obviously gasping for fresh meat,  
And the smoking area is where we’d meet  
You can save it  
You can save it  
For tomorrow  
When my cum is dried upon your passed out face  
When did your lisp  
Place the twist and turn on this  
Just say what you fucking mean  
Be true to yourself  
I hold no grudge against oxy users  
Heroin abusers  
Crack cocaine diffusers  
You say what you fucking mean!
Written by neuroticthrillers
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