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there was a boy who wore pink clothes and bows
there was a boy who danced and touched his toes
there was a boy who sang aloud from the bathroom door
there was a boy who used his tiny hands to do all the chores
there was a boy who played with little girls more
there was a boy who loved listening to stories told
there was a boy who followed his pretty mother at home
there was a boy who had nothing but love to show
there was a boy for whom stories were made for
there was a boy who his mother prayed for
there was a boy who loved giving all the more
there was a boy who was a sight to adore
there was a boy who was forced to wear blue clothes
there was a boy whose cute toys were replaced and thrown
there was a boy who was yelled for being soft core
there was a boy who was laughed at by his friends and foes
there was a boy who stopped turning around and touching his toes
there was a boy who danced and sang no more
there was a boy who was locked in a cage of woe
there was a boy who stopped following his mother's shadow
there was a boy who wouldn't laugh anymore
there was a boy who was brutally ignored
there was a boy who could not get his tears to afloat
there was a boy who loved love nevermore
there was a boy who bottled his feelings ashore
there was a boy who felt alienated by his own
there was a boy who was a boy no more
for he was a man now, molded for the gore
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wooing Meera Rai
Romance"I married you only to get you on your knees. And last night was a sight to behold." "I don't understand." "You're too slow for a high school teacher, Meera Rai. Tsk tsk. It means I married you to fuck with you, fuck your life and fuck you. It mean...
