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Oct 8, 2008 17:44:23 GMT -5
Post by Crystal Martin on Oct 8, 2008 17:44:23 GMT -5
afraid Current mood: sad Category: lonely Writing and Poetry
When I first met I saw you I was afraid to met you when I met you
When I met you I was afraid to hold you when I held you
I was afraid to kiss you when I kissed you
I was a afraid to love you now that I have you
I' m afraid to loses you
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Blort
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Oct 8, 2008 19:32:18 GMT -5
Post by Blort on Oct 8, 2008 19:32:18 GMT -5
That was pathetic.
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Oct 8, 2008 21:55:50 GMT -5
Post by Professor Klork on Oct 8, 2008 21:55:50 GMT -5
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Oct 9, 2008 6:04:14 GMT -5
Post by Klorks Secretary on Oct 9, 2008 6:04:14 GMT -5
Please allow me to apologize for P. Klork. He got into the liquor & crack cabinet & spent all night "dictating" on the floor. He tends to project a bit, due to the fact that he's a jerk. He did not go to, much less successfully complete, rehab. Your poem's rather largely wrought but otherwise quite moving, Crystal. Keep up the good work.
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Oct 12, 2008 5:11:20 GMT -5
Post by pearlgrey on Oct 12, 2008 5:11:20 GMT -5
You have a crack cabinet?
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Feb 7, 2009 21:39:17 GMT -5
Post by Gagsayed on Feb 7, 2009 21:39:17 GMT -5
Here's a peom I just wrote:
Crystal martin guzzles cum out of her dogs asshole when she tries to write poetry it sounds like shit
Crystal is stupid and the sooner she dies the better.
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