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He shot forward for my embrace,
But ended up slamming me off of the bed
At the last second
When he heard the bedroom door wiz open.
“What the hell, fag!”
Came his throaty voice
But it wasn’t hummed
It was
S n a r l e d.
“Dude! What is happening here?”
Came another voice.
“This fag just made a move on me.”
He said in disgust.
I rolled over on my stomach
and raised my arms to
My bleeding head
from where it hit
The corner of a dresser.
But my arms had felt like wood,
And my heart felt like a
F a l l i n g,
F l a m i n g
Comet
That knows it’s about to hit something.
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Love Potion
Poetryhe had a crush on this boy and it excited him. he was going to make him to fall in l o v e with him. even if it killed him. he didn't mean it literally, but the world has a funny way of mixing things up.
