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In through sixteen doors i stumbled and i was met with great horsepower. Eye contact with you in some bar and then out of sight the rest of the night. Still I'd like to know you more, you are butterflies and chapels. I want to know you more, your odor, body hairs, anger, more, more, more. Fifteen is the number now, the number of days without you. I don't know you and still i know you. A Ferrarri in your eyes and I'm a Fiat. You're better than me in all imaginable ways. Why would you want me? I want you to be Fiat like me. |
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I am rubber, you are glue. Bounces off me, sticks to you. |
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this poem is called 'pure love in a gripped fist'. jet from gladiator fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap ohhhh |
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haiku to whoever you were honesty without compassion is the malice you were looking for. |
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hello how are you good morning usa hello good night sleepy time haha mmmmmmhushrooms |
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This poem is called 'kiss kiss' Indeksical AMPI MAX hexane Cliff Glitchard BoxBob-K23 Advocate DeLtoiD catfood03 Ophecks cx Uelogy Guybrush pidgin Jarworski freqy staz isnieZot Phresch child810 penexpers cuntychuck meldo wimp komonii ...and 6 guests kiss kiss |
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I've been zinged and I like it! |
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i'm still awake like a cane. i'll cane you to death, all of you!!!!!! |
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should i find a cave to die in? |
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no bitch. you're equally insignificant like the rest of us. |
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i bet he wasn't ferrarri. it's ok silly |
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If it doesn't rhyme, then its just some fucking sentences but maybe if you write lines with, like, um, like you know like space at the end and then like you go to the next line early well if you write lines like that then maybe its a poem dog dicks |
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w M w you seem a little more aggressive post new year tings ok aaight? |
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this is him. he is ren |
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Well my entire body is a festering colony of cells that all hate eachother. Sure they cooperate to form organs like a mouth and nose but I usually use those to grimace as I look up at the ceiling and rock back and forth autistically thinking about mushroom clouds. That one episode where ren is a hermit. That is me. |
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you're demons havn't won yet, i can tell. |
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there's a double meaning in you're |
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54 Cymru Love Songs by Indeksical Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Dicky! Me and Dicky sitting in a tree W-a-n-k-i-n-g You and Grant are a thing of the past Cos Dicky I will let you put your hairy (censored) up my (censored) I don't care about the music you make Cos with a ginger beard like that make no mistake I'm gonna have you if it takes me my whole life Cos I want you yes I want you for my lovely ginger wife You're so strange, so mysterious I love how everybody takes you seriously Yes its me Dicky That one outside your house last night at quarter past three I waved but you didn't wave back I got rather upset a little mad at that Sat down in your garden for a bit Then pulled down my pants and did a lovely brown (censored) Love games You're playin your love games with me! Love games You're playin your love games with me! Love games You're playin your love games with me! Love games You're playin your love games with meeeeeeee! In my dreams you ride a white stallion Wear a large gold medallion You'll always be that way in my head at least Big Dicky the wild sex beast Give me a lift to the shops in your tank Then we stop off at the bank To record our latest hit it's a duet you see Just you Dicky and me And as we sit together and grow old While others relationships go cold We still (censored) up the (censored) really hard in the (censored) And then we do it (censored) up the (censored) with the (censored) Cos me and you Dicky were meant to be Together for eternity So stop playing your love games with me And we can get along nice and easy Break it down now! Richard Dicky Richard You're my Dicky Richard By my Dicky Oh Richard You make me sticky Richard Richard Richard Richard Love games You're playing your love games with meeeee! Love The song of this is available in the AFXRMX 2 thread I think. |
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if i go to sleep and youre away i suffer deep and dream away to peggy´s cove where you and me were making love so endlessly but when you re here and i hold you i have this fear of loosing you cause you are free and i dont know if we´re a tree thats bound to grow |
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i read a po-em written by a gn-ome it was blowed it had these words and shit i could read it, with my eye piece looked over that one time, oh, oh po-ems run deep with the languages all be spectralating with the words of an ancestor all be historical up in my shit i give a nod, pourin one out for lamb chop grandpa he was cuttin dudes in a corn field with a musket in the gut they be all like "oh my intestines are showing" but dude didn't think twice stabbed em in the gullet for the freedom and the sacrifice |
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same |
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