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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 24, 2012

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Submitted: October 24, 2012



eyes tight shut &

deep within, experiencing

the personal rush which

relies on the action of

the moment but only

in as much as the used is

being used well,

for coming to the

moment was all part of

the game to steal

just exactly what it is that

they wanted, as it’s not even

a question of need (for need

is something else entirely) but

rather the quenching of a

selfish place inside that may

in fact be so very dark that

no one (even said taker) can

imagine during their worst

nightmare, during their most

horrible violence to others,

with wretched digging nails,

with gritting gore teeth,

with staring egotistical eyes

salivating with frothing rabid

abusing lips of vengeance

to take it all out on this

unfortunate & naïve

innocent, who thought that

they knew what they were getting


when they fell for the

taker---getting theirs & leaving

the other, getting theirs &

laughing after, getting theirs with

no concern for the innocent

raped & stolen

in their mind,

if not their body too---

walking away

every time,

like they just achieved the

perfect crime.

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