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what a word, sigh,

what a curse...

is this about you

as for this verse



i hate you

what you have become

or was it a fascade

to hide your fun



lovers are so deciving

the way they act and be

now are you presumptious

to these words you see



they call me possesive

in the way i show i care

gets to the point

they want people to stare



am i presumptious

to think you will read this

or are you presumptious

to not give it a miss



when truth holds truth

we are also presumptious

to presume that the truth

is a presumptious fascade



you dont want to admit

im the best thing you had

no one could show you like i

or is that a presumptious fad?



is this about little you,

i ask again in vein,

tell me are you presumptious,

to consider it again.



as for you my presumptious foe,

stop writing with lies of me,

or it wont be just i who lets,

the leafs fall from the tree.



now to put you out of this,

your low pathetic misery

this poem is not for you

but if you want it to rearly?



i shall not say yes my foe

for you are none other

than the presumptious wanker

whos name i shall uncover



you were fat, ugly and ginger

and you were kin to the sanguine

i let you feed out of love

no your not her, but a him!



so the fading marks you left,

the deep long marks i hide,

the marks of your name tho?

that burns right inside!