Poem by: devilrod
Submitted: August 02, 2007
I assaulted the senses
At times a plenty
To escape, or entrap
But both the same
Today I churn in sorrow
And so again tomorrow
Or turn, and face the slap
With my own hand
It was done
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um is this about what I think it's about...lol love what you do
Ha, actually it's about stopping myself from over-indulging in certain thing's, but I love the way you think.
I'm like "Hmm..." like Leesah, wondering the same thing as her, but as always you have a way with words! Good job!
Ha, you ladies have dirty minds, and I love it. It's actually about stopping myself from over-indulging with certain vices. Love the way you think.
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