I am angry and hateful of the Romanian Christian.
Over here taking English jobs.
And then he shares his meagre lunch with me
and i feel even worse.
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- She cut her finger
- One finger is never enough
- Postboy
- Poem for Saturday
- The pearly white awkwardness
- Fuckin pigs.
- Suddenly
- MEANWHILE
- An observation
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- Romance aint dead
- If you could have anyone
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- Now you know
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- All of my poems rolled into one!
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- Early morning people
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- One of the greats that i let slip
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- We are the England
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