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A poem I wrote at about three o'clock in the morning when I was extremely angry.
Submitted:Mar 20, 2011 Reads: 122 Comments: 10 Likes: 7
Soul-sucker, party pooper, leech!
I hereby declare thee.
The wretched, lowly things you preach
Hark unto the lonely seagull's cry.
Begone, foul creature!
Back, to the abyss
From whence you came, so sure
That thy cold breath would take me.
Ne'er again to haunt me
With thine words of spider-silk.
Vessel of misery
I bow not to your will!
-afatrat
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