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Bad Behavior

Bad Behavior

A Poem by Luxe

Bad behavior
Often comes from good intentions
For ones self

Your bad behavior
Came from tying shoelaces in my hair
And dragging me through all the pebbles
That fall off the soles of your shoes

Your bad behavior
Came from mind control
And carving me into a ventriloquist dummy

My bad behavior came from my lust
To be free at last
And roam without the backlash
Of your bad behavior

© 2015 Luxe


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Added on April 27, 2015
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