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What can you say...

what can you say for yourself
the only one I trusted with my heart
now it lays, smashed like roadkill
steaming in the sun,
stuck to the ground
with a stench
no one could love
are you proud?
are you happy?
like the buzzard who found me
preparing me as his feast
I hope so
I hope you're as happy as I'll be
when I catch you in the act
and run your sorry ass over.

25 Jan 11

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any takers?
 — psychofemale

You'd have to have pretty amazing backup sound/muzac to get this baby off the ground. But hey, it can be done. Yellow.
 — unknown