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Belly Bell Poem
Raven tears left on the right side of the bed
Sold a soul, gotten close enough once before
Hate to love the man I call my man
Dreaming dirty dreams during my daydreams
Walking away from the power piercing pressure
A traitor, trading in a new trail of tears
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no one dares
falling, along the river
stepping stones
BB
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Dear blockpoet
I think you got me confused with someone that cares, It's lovely how you enjoy accusing anyone who is not in your corner. I hope the cow suit helps your self esteem. I did not deserve the harassing letters, you and your lady friend sent. I speak to whomever I want on this site. No one voices me, but my mother you are a dirty casino, with no payout at all. I will not let you bully me the same way you do others. Thank you for sending your patheticness through the mail. I'm a young adult, and still found myself violated by you.
You are very disgusting, I'm not as naive as you think I am.
Mr. You messed with the wrong 18 year old. Next time you want to bully little girls, think twice. I have a father, a mother. I sent the threatening soupmail to the superiors of this site. Nothing I said to anyone on your blog was offensive. Does it help blocking the poets who stood up for others. I left a good comment, about the woman you constantly enjoy bullying.
To answer your question. Your blog was highly recommended. I never did a thing to you, I hope you feel better and sleep well at night knowing you just bullied this 18 year old.
Belly
100% Chica pride
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the price of everything is unknown
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rising from behind
clouds suave like cotton candy
water drops like ice
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Slaughtered by the innocent blood lost long ago
Her reputation drops like soap in a male correctional facility
Tying up the oak tree, chasing fancy cars
Her leash finally snapped like yesterdays twig
I'm sorry to see your wife is back
The bomb on this town has been dropped by your top head look
Shrug your shoulders,
Stop whining bro, next time double knot the noose,
Make sure the doors come in with double locks
Stop crying that the ***** is back
Do yourself a favor, and just let her in
Love
Bell
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