She looked at him
And by the look
Of desperation and pain
Mixed with desire and horror
She knew
She knew she had him
He was hooked
Like a jagged toenail
Hooked in old
Shaggy
Carpet
breaking and mending are the journey
She looked at him
And by the look
Of desperation and pain
Mixed with desire and horror
She knew
She knew she had him
He was hooked
Like a jagged toenail
Hooked in old
Shaggy
Carpet
Where do you keep finding these inside you? They are brilliant.
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You’re hooked, right?
Gwen, you’re expected to get even worse with time. C’mon girl, u can do it.
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There’s a couple I don’t have the guts to publish yet but they are awful!
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Don’t make me beg you.
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I have much to share…
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I do not know.
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Don’t stop.
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Believing…
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🤪
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just one look and i was hooked by you!
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I’ve read a lot of bad poetry (and written some lol) and this isn’t really bad. I actually kind of like it.
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Thank you! 🙏🏻
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