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Skullchild7987
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Brian
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You're such a jerk! Brian, poems don't have to rhyme, you're just jealous of mine!
I'm not talking to you, not now, not later, nor any time. You hurt my feelings I hope you know, and hopefully a new poem shall show. Because tonight when I cry all alone in my bed, with painful thoughts crawling inside my head. You will learn the lesson that of which I teach, that this why the thoughts and feelings I have, I hate to preach. So, you fiend, a boyfriend you claim, I hope you know that your poetry is lame. I leave you with this as I say goodbye. I love you Brian, my heart is still the same. But, remember that I can play your poetry game!
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Good night sweet Prince, and may flights of Devils wing you to your rest.
I'm not talking to you, not now, not later, nor any time. You hurt my feelings I hope you know, and hopefully a new poem shall show. Because tonight when I cry all alone in my bed, with painful thoughts crawling inside my head. You will learn the lesson that of which I teach, that this why the thoughts and feelings I have, I hate to preach. So, you fiend, a boyfriend you claim, I hope you know that your poetry is lame. I leave you with this as I say goodbye. I love you Brian, my heart is still the same. But, remember that I can play your poetry game!
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Good night sweet Prince, and may flights of Devils wing you to your rest.
~Mandi
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Good night sweet Prince, and may flights of Devils wing you to your rest.
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