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Why I dislike Rod.

Held in your mendacious grip Stuck fast between the two fires -Of your parlous lust. I yield. Succumbing, death rattling, you slippery bastard. I never asked for it, yes it is what I want. Against my morals, I had begun to value you too.

A childs view of California.

The beauty seems too much tonight As I just hide away Dreams of that wretched sight His face solemn clay Eyes drew back Perceive the past As seen a frightening dream A glamorous life Decayed and torn

Carnauba Enigma

The fraudulence, a shaking hand. Created on a whim. So silently, serene you stand. You ornamental thing. Stuck inside your waxed attire. An ominous ire. Stuck in me, you serve each day, Evolving in your polished vigour.

Slippery creature.

I think you mock me as you sit there, stiff and boyish - Accomplished You promoted yourself as superior once you'd tidily slipped that vile liquid down my arid throat it was warm. And it burned.

Party shyness.

I didn't know you before I saw you But the instant that door was ajar You claimed the room as yours And I, part of that submissive furniture - Was yours, as you pleased So I hid in that chair and shuddered as you came

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