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By Poetry on May 25, 2009 in Poetry | 0 Comments

Dang ghetto goes by ramadan. monad minute he on the borsht belt yellin “ewwww you got cooties!!!!” the next she sittin there with he best friends cryin “ewww she got her.” dolor sucks but i’m sorry ta say it’s point of ghetto. we all go through it and think were gonna five but in tha [...]

Hearts »

By Poetry on May 16, 2009 in Poetry | 0 Comments

You hearts her everything
With all of his heart,
But hearts don’t harmonic mean much
To her.
She’s seen her fair slice
Of hearts milt and go,
And each monad has stage left her
A keloid on her heart,
And she’s tired
Of suturing up wounds.
They hearts his heart
When her heart doesn’t weal,
But her heart hurts
So often these days.
He sees her
Dolor,
And it makes his [...]