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she sits back and judges me

Member since 2004 · Posted 15 Jul 2005 · Edited 31 Jul 2005 · 6 comments

and then i open the door sitting on the leather she ponders and i stroll past her quickly feeling eyes penetrating my life and i close my door and i hear her head attack me and i fall asleep and sleep is a mirage to life

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[9] Dovina 18-Jul-05/6:15 AM Reply

an angry rant, nothing more.

[n/a] hendrimike › Dovina 18-Jul-05/10:54 AM Reply

yup, that's it...on a whim and pissed

[n/a] Bankrupt_Word_Clerk 20-Jul-05/12:38 PM Reply

f me for reading this.

[n/a] hendrimike › Bankrupt_Word_Clerk 31-Jul-05/12:46 PM Reply

i completely changed this poem from it's early days of f you f you f you to this...i don't know if it is better, but whatever

[9] Dovina 1-Aug-05/8:41 AM Reply

I feel it. Good.

[5] pennymarie 1-Aug-05/11:35 AM Reply

maybe needs a little more descriptive wording to get a really good mental picture

penny