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by Johnny Crimson

Smile like
there's rubble in
your fillings
and bleed though
the holes created
by your nasty habit.
I hope you choke on the toxic fumes
in your gas mask
while you lay at the bottom
of the sea
just wishing
you could drown.
While your last thought of her
is crudely interrupted
by my knife in your jaw.

Free at last the rubble from
his teeth floated to the surface
and searched for their next success story.

"I love you, you are my princess,you make me happy. I'm blowing the
biggest kisses in your direction. bitch."


Posted on 02/19/2009
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