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Published: 2012-06-21 11:22:15 +0000 UTC; Views: 154; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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He must be a beautiful manto have claimed you
I have seen the way he treats you
like a secret
a whispered request in a 3am drunk dial
does it excite you?
Had you picked me
I would have washed your feet
with water from Jerusalem,
called you goddess
and held you above me
not a trophy but a triumph
my greatest act is wanting you
I do not see his beauty
In my eyes he is an ugly thing
and I, second-rate
second-choice,
am uglier by far
your choosing him has disfigured me
and I am burned to cinder
in the presence of his smile
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Ziblink [2012-06-23 11:49:27 +0000 UTC]
How odd. Even I have videos up.
Boy, poem guy just won't let things slide.
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