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May 26, 2010
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Sterile
Inability to create
Unable to blossom
Hanging like opossum
The nectar produced,
bitters and dies.
Stricken and discontent.
Sadness overwhelms
Heart drops to feet
lost confidence.
Pleasure felt
Satisfaction dies
Unable to produce,
future generation.
Like needle
that sticks skin
cleaned of sperm.
Plants refuse your seed
promiscuous girls embraces defect.
Laying unsatisfied in sheets of guilt.
"Pain consumes my soul, to know that I cannot bring life, that I cannot have my own genetics in my daughter or son. Praying for god to give me the ability to create has failed."
Unknown.
Unable to blossom
Hanging like opossum
The nectar produced,
bitters and dies.
Stricken and discontent.
Sadness overwhelms
Heart drops to feet
lost confidence.
Pleasure felt
Satisfaction dies
Unable to produce,
future generation.
Like needle
that sticks skin
cleaned of sperm.
Plants refuse your seed
promiscuous girls embraces defect.
Laying unsatisfied in sheets of guilt.
"Pain consumes my soul, to know that I cannot bring life, that I cannot have my own genetics in my daughter or son. Praying for god to give me the ability to create has failed."
Unknown.
— sunscreen, May 26, 2010
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xena465
16 years ago
Oooh Alex!
sunscreen
16 years ago
It’s fiction, I can more