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Grrl PomeGirl Poem
I have my legs spread 8 days a week for you.
If it was metal, I'd have sucked the chrome off already.
Through thick and thin and all your problems (and there are many of them),
I've been here for you, every minute of everyday, even when I hate you
for not being what I want you to be.
I'm always hoping my fantasy you meets up with the real you and murders
So I can have you, the perfect you in my dreams, all to myself finally and forever.
I know you're a lost cause and the chances of you magically getting your head
out of your ass is not going to happen, but I guess you're better than the alternative, a bigger asshole.
So here I sit and wait, and hope that fate turns this frog into a prince and I can
live happily ever after.
Until then , though, the very least you could do is pretend to be listening to me
when I am talking to you and would it be so hard to remember my birthday?
It's only one fucking day a year, it shouldn't be that hard to do.
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