• A Poem From Me to You, Facepunch
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Today, I present you a poem from the depths of my soul. The room was empty, in this hospital ward, just me and my granny sitting here bored. But then I observed on the tiny little screen, no longer was jumping the curves, the little line colored green. The old lady shook as she took her last breath then my smile came to a crook as I stared at her breasts. I spread her wide open and pulled out my balls, I read the ancient inscriptions in her vaginal walls. I felt like a paleontologist going to work, the very though of this gave me a smirk! I maintained my vigor, I felt empowered, until she hit rigor after eight and a half hours. Once I finished I went home to bathe, Granny went right from the morgue and into the grave. But, still I seemed to craved some more. I bought a new shovel and dug up her casket and once again I began to pummel her moldy, dead bread basket.
I think your soul needs to be replaced.
So, I heard you like to fuck dead/dying old women. Especially your own? :what:
A+. Would read again.
Something tells me you only made this to get attention.
This is a bad poem.
Youre very talented. Please write some more poems .
This was pretty good, I want to read more of your poems.
I'm uh...not sure what to say...wow...:silent:
thnx baybe plz do more :h:
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