Seven deadly sins,
Seven saintly virtues,
Seven years old and undecided about the two.
Attention seeker feeling ignored,
Hungry for drama in
A shop full of sugar.
Trouble waiting to happen,
Waiting until parents backs are turned.
With all childish Greed readied,
A fat little fist dives into the lowest
Most colourful sweet drawer.
Emerging sugar coated and triumphant.
I ate my prize furtively. The sweetened goo
Sharing my mouth with my heart. Rat like glances,
Tuned for the alarm to sound.
But no, with an obedient trot and smile
I answer mothers call, escape free into sunlight
And throw up.














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So my dignity could be saved,
I left my feathers for the blade.
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Nothing can brighten.. or ruin.. my day like you can.
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It may not be proven but it's a scientific fact << >>
"I'm not Drunk, I'm Tom!"
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It may not be proven but it's a scientific fact << >>
"I'm not Drunk, I'm Tom!"
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So my dignity could be saved,
I left my feathers for the blade.
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Nothing can brighten.. or ruin.. my day like you can.
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KuroxFai!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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It may not be proven but it's a scientific fact << >>
"I'm not Drunk, I'm Tom!"
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