Louse

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    Look at this obscene filth!! You kill me ... foolishness abounds with you as always... Did you slump a slur at me again?? I'm sick of a personal agrue, you don't know or care about me when I needed these fierce feelings from you, no you denied me..... you threw me to the wolves, and wilds, and thorns you... demonic whore, I never want to see you, hear you, feel you ........Dissipate you eerie thing.. you centipede of everything that is dastardly. I am finally free of your constant annoyances, wickedness and mind games.. wickedness goes nowhere..only to the disheveled like you and yours.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Perkwas’s Poems (22)

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