ladies, what did we learn
from letting men get their turn,
with having choices and chances,
we're never getting past this,
allegations and truth,
whispers and murmurs,
men were born to kill,
to hunt and to hurt,
the young, the innocent, even the strongest,
because if they won't,
they'd die if their ego goes unfed
for far too long,
the satisfaction will never be quenched,
forever the prey,
for the sick, insane, predator.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
