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to deteriorate means to worsen by ~cuntsss:iconcuntsss:



with a dry throat
I finger fuck you
my bone splinters
and I beg you to keep it

not even the heroin aficionados
know an addiction like this

they don't know the fucking half of it

what they do know is
that this street is my bed
and where I spit
is where I lay my finished head

they know our names
and they know about
the time I molested myself in public

they know about the
prescription drug love affair

and the night I amused myself
by throwing empty beer bottles
from a second story window

but they will never know
how good it feels to
decompose inside of you

they overdosed
the night I choked you
and fell asleep in my car

I'm sure they would have
heard about that too
©2007-2009 ~cuntsss
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:iconveddie-edder:
I'm sure they would of
heard about that too


"I'm sure they would have" is what you meant. :)
Another great poem, I love it. So crude and descriptive.

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I LOVE NARUTO
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fixed.
and thank you very much.
:iconcuntsss:
and we're stuck here.
:iconsister-sleep:
Being alive now is weird. I'm glad we have poetry like yours - it can only be healthy. as always I love it.

'with a dry throat
I finger fuck you
my bone splinters
and I beg you to keep it'

and that would make a lovely piece of jewellery! x

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He's a boy, you wanna girl so tear off his cock, ties his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want,
:iconcuntsss:
thank you, sweetheart.
:iconoscar-d64:
your head must whirl
:iconcuntsss:
indeed it does, sweetheart.

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