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[aid] => mick
[title] => Trash Talk
[time] => 2014-12-06 17:23:19
[hometext] => Soul purging stuff.
[bodytext] => Your hatred of me bites down,
Fiercely, and without mercy.
I hate you for hating me.
Insane-
Let me enter my plea.
Scraping by on your love scraps,
You win again when fear traps,
My own personal road map.
Trapped in your gaze-
Demanded. Or reprimanded,
Love taps two-handed,
Or, double fisted. Don't get it twisted-
Nothing auspicious.
Collecting dust are your love scraps,
Your kiss makes my lips chap,
Strong hands hold my body trapped.
My loyalty your mighty sword-
Wielding with disturbed aplomb.
Constricted to my innards,
By icy fingers,
The sting of your love lingers.
Smaller and smaller become the scraps,
You pushed a button to make me snap-
Not taking anymore of your crap.
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[informant] => hauntedscorp
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[alanguage] => english
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[topicname] => toughstuff
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