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Submitted:Apr 8, 2012    Reads: 428    Comments: 15    Likes: 7   


Gym

I am no friend of him

an aquaintance based on hate

Everyday

Running away

and he's always making me weight

I keep my chin - up

as I do my pull downs

at his place,

and I wonder why

I come here

as the blood rushes

up to my face

then a glimpse in the mirrors

check out the muscles and

the six pac he

created for me

Gym

all is forgiven

you're my very best mate

why don't you

come over for tea

no ?

oh well same time tomorrow





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