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i'm not a poet anymore, sorry people
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There’s kind of like thiThere’s kind of like this bar thingy, brown weary wood, staaaiiins on it. Blood maybe, definitely some spit, loads of beer and perhaps some semen. Here you don’t have fun with your mates because you want to; here you have fun because there is nothing else around here. It’s not that life’s unbearable; it’s more a sort of pain that drags and creaks and moans and nags, and you like it because you know of nothing else.There’s kind of like thi by ~DSpecial
And there are girls here, girls you’ve known for years but still fall in love with in a sort of monthly cycle. You know every beauty mark, every inch of smell, every colour of taste and every cr
Free writingThe light reflected off a red balloon and woke up whatever laid dormant there.Free writing by ~DSpecial
A head poked out of a small carton box and asked the girl, “Would you mind tipping me over?” The girl gave the head a questioning look and inquired, “Wouldn’t that hurt you?” “No,” answered the head, “It will actually help me in getting up. “How did you end up where you are now and where is the rest of your body?” the girl asked. “Oh, I think I took a wrong turn at the top of the horse’s pancreas or perhaps I went wrong when I decided that I wanted a sandwich instead of pizza and regarding the
shard drippingsEight silvers I will give you for the heart of a broken manshard drippings by ~DSpecial
Make sure it is juiced with unrequited love and
Ground through the sharpest teeth that ever were
Put into a woman's mouth
I want you to make him scream with desire
And give him hope that he will gaze
Upon the shores again from a distance
Put him on a ship and let him sail lest he
Finds the land where no one knows what tongues he speaks
Let him find a replacement for the feelings
The feelings you stole of him
But let him never forget what hard ship
Brought him to the place he now calls home
Grumpy 
