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You are nothing.
Like the whores,
cars will grind you against the ground.
Ants and birds will pick at your rotting flesh
the way you picked at my fucking heart.
You are guts on the pavement,
road kill in my mind.
cars will grind you against the ground.
Ants and birds will pick at your rotting flesh
the way you picked at my fucking heart.
You are guts on the pavement,
road kill in my mind.
Published 5th Apr 2012
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21st Jan 2013 7:22am
I thought that was beautiful. :D
A deep anger suffuses this poem... That's a good thing, it has attitude.
Keep doing what your doing.
Much Love.
Duncan
A deep anger suffuses this poem... That's a good thing, it has attitude.
Keep doing what your doing.
Much Love.
Duncan
21st Jan 2013 8:15am
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13th Feb 2013 9:56am
It may be short, but it's far from sweet. Nicely done Carla, loving the anger and hatred to this, it's always better to describe anger to the point where myself, as the reader can feel it.
Well done.
Well done.
13th Feb 2013 11:44pm
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