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Rated: E · Poetry · Crime/Gangster · #2350932

Daily 12/2/2025

You married Madonna.
Honeymoon at the Christmas house.
All eyes on you.
I'm quiet as a church mouse.

We mourned your death.
You were really in prison.
She was courting John.
My pink diamond she's winning!

You came home.
I was sleeping in my Lexus.
My son's dad not answering phones.
Thought it was cool to neglect this.

They were living in my house.
Butterfly Drive.
Treating my son badly.
I'm sleeping outside.

You went back again.
They let me back in.
No one wanted me there.
How could I win?

You sweep it under rugs.
Actions taken in the past.
It causes fleeting happiness.
The kind that won't last.

While you are pretending.
In my cloths you are dressing.
You have learned nothing.
Missed the whole blessing.

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You sound ignorant dear.
They do not pay you enough to do what you do girl.
You drive the same car I do.
Dori did you tell people I beat you up in Pomona?
Girl I do not hang out at trap houses in Pomona girl.
Obviously you do.
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