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By darwin Date: 2006 Sep 26 Comment on this Work [[2006.09.26.19.13.20809]] |
| I know your kind so well. Warm spots left on mattresses in early mornings, and closing doors without a farewell. I know your household words, the ostensibly quick tongue and jaunty banter. It's the magnetism that our fairer sex is reduced by. But I know the hearts and beds you have left wrecked because of your selfish dick. Its need to be in anything other than where it should be, in your hand. You poke and prod what you want, thinking that women and vaginas are your Petri dishes. Sex is your experiment and love is your excuse, but who's holding you accountable? Your pants? You're there for them more than you are the bodies you leave behind. Your carnage the hearts you have torn from chests full of secrets and deceit. You are the dirty little secret and the baggage they carry. You are the one who "got away", but only by tiptoeing through that door before you closed it. |