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No dessert please

I'm in a rush.

Waive the bill

I'm broke.

Clear my exit

Let's shed this suitability.

I'm a fucking jet plane

with itchy palms

and a fear of hand dryers.

Hand me a Mayfair

I wish to quit again.

Bollocks to your exits

I'm going through the wall.

You won't find me 

on the other side.

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Seriously though... your poetry moves me... "I'm a fucking jet plane with itchy palms" Love it makes me want to fly and fall and crash all at the same time. Thx

wickedwahine_69
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Thanks, its really nice to know that people feel my poetry :-)

Papionne
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