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For My Unloved
For My Unloved
I will not write you a poem, for it is likely that you do not read.
I will not perform a song for you, for I cannot sing
or bring myself to learn these things.
my voice is that of a washing machine gurgling.
Let it be known!
I will not crush the stars into lanterns to light your darkness
don’t be stupid.
Nor will I mak...
Friday 2nd April 2010 10:48 am
For Dicks
There are so many people with their dicks out on the net
I don’t want to watch a man wank off on Chatroulette
or see you sell your wares on interweb gaylairs, cock out
arse up, backwards lean, angles gleam’d to make you look
good. No, thanks, I will not ‘post my cock pix pls’.
At least in a way there’s dignity in porn you see
for some might say at...
Tuesday 30th March 2010 2:40 am
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