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Effulgence

Poetry By: J A Morales
Poetry



Why do some people get off trying to make you hate yourself more


Submitted:Feb 28, 2007    Reads: 145    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


The blood on my hands has clotted

My blissful ignorance is radiant

I am inept in most ways

I dance to no rhythm

All my doors close

My love shines brightly

I know what I am

And I know what you are

You're a wanker

You like to point out flaws

Always blaming everyone

You're redundant, hypocritical

You like the Smith's

But you hate Morrisey

You try to hurt me

It won't work

Beacause you're a wanker

A rank arrogant amatuer

Piss off

I know who I am

I loathe you

You make my soul black

I am lesser

For having known you

My Mouth tastes like pennies

Copper





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