motel 8

motel 8

A Poem by belle_femme_fatale
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Kevin

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The cum infested sheets.
Very chic.
Elite.
The highlife
Everyone judges
He didn't give a f#$%
Breath number one and half
His own blood told him.
"I saw your face down in a field
You were cold and pale and dead"
Please stop.
I can't.
I know
Heartless a*****e.
Breath number two
Times up.

© 2014 belle_femme_fatale


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Added on April 24, 2014
Last Updated on April 24, 2014
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belle_femme_fatale
belle_femme_fatale

springboro, OH



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Mommy. Foxy. Fiesty. Spontaneous. Coffee addict. Loves to love.. Yet scared to death of it. Kindness is a necessity. Boredom greets me often. I forgive easily but rarely forget. There needs.. more..

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