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Used
2004-07-21 03:38:31
This is a poem I wrote near the end of the eightth gradeit was for a project, and a project it turned out to be.
Used
He was used like a condom slipped on, slipped off then thrown
not into the trash can ,but on to the floor, never to used again
only a one time use, if only I were like him, strangly shaped and
confused