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 I want you to eat it! Life 3/1/2018
 Dreams of DMA I Love You 2/27/2018
 In cold she sleeps Life 2/6/2018
 Do you think... Love 4/12/2017
 Another Day Insight 4/12/2017
 Remember Love 2/13/2017
 Where the fault lies Love Triangle 9/27/2016
 Five Misc 9/7/2016
 I don't expect you to need me! I Love You 7/20/2016
 What awaits us I Love You 4/7/2016
 Reality intrudes Insight 3/16/2016
 White Space Unrequited Love 3/15/2016
 Your Ass is Enormus Misc 3/15/2016
 Is there anything? I Love You 3/14/2016
 Remembering s of battles past Misc 2/24/2016
 I cannot play Unrequited Love 11/5/2015
 Through the Darkness Love 7/31/2015
 More than just a dream I Love You 7/31/2015
 To the hum of a fan Mature Audience 7/22/2015
 Earthly Bonds Mature Audience 6/15/2015
 African Delight I Love You 4/20/2015
 I have seen the light Introduce Yourself 2/15/2015
 In truth Love 2/14/2015
 One Hot Mamma I Love You 2/14/2015
 Together Love 2/6/2015
 Like an Angel Unseen I Love You 2/6/2015
 Revisited linessssss Insight 5/15/2014
 The Journey Insight 5/6/2014
 The silent Bell Unrequited Love 2/26/2013
 Stained Relationships Unrequited Love 2/15/2013
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I want you to eat it!

Eat it ..,she said
I resisted…
I didn’t like the smell.
It didn’t look appealing.
Eat it …she said,
This time with more force.
I looked again…
The smell made me want to wretch.
Do I have to I asked?
How else will you become a man?
I thought I heard a low chuckle in her voice…
She was older than me, wiser…
I looked at it, so unappealing.
It was slippery looking,
Shining in the light.
I caught another whiff,
It wasn’t appealing!
I hesitated…
I didn’t know where to start.
I couldn’t imagine eating it,
No matter how much she said I would enjoy it.
Eat it, she said again!
Without warning her hand was against my neck.
My surprised mouth pulled forward,
My mouth was upon it in all its glory.
I sputtered and turned away.
She laughed in disgust.
And that is how….
My mother taught me
To hate broccoli

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