Poems from Pansyish

Why should I be flattered when men call me on the streets,Telling me he wants me between the sheets,That I’m asking for it,That somehow a...
You treated me like I was everything,until you heard that siren sing,her bright allure brought you to her,paying no mind to what we were. ...
  Wasteland souls If blemishes form against our grain We toss them aside Death in vain If you become to broken to matter  We’ll leave them...
One theory I have is that everyone is evil, Not one will admit it, But thorns serve as crowns during our crucifixion for creating...
Steam is smoke is mistaken That girl is gasoline and all you do is water her down Make her lifetime less Her burn time  digress Yes she is...

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