Poems number two and three

There's a tiny, hopeful part of me that thinks they'll be real. They're not. And I don't know why Staci is so stupid at this point. She's put so much time and energy into deceiving my character. I was obviously completely sucked into her con. But I'd also shown her that I could do online searches. So why plagiarize two more poems? Another thing I'm confused by is why she decides to get overtly sexual at this point. There'd been a few veiled references before this but nothing this strong.

What I do know is that if you're trying to talk naughty to an elderly man, I'd probably choose a slightly different poem than she did.

3 emails

from staci martin
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date Sun, Mar 16, 2008 at 6:16 AM
subject ok'
mailed-by hotmail.com

hello
well that is what you want i think i will seat my brain dawn and try to writte a poem for you
i really want us to get things traight ok you are such a nice porssion that is why am going to
do anything you want ok i promise before night am go to send you one ok i can really wait to
you cos you are such a nice man. but i will like you to no that am not good in this ok i mean
in writting poem but am going to try ok if that that what is going to make me come still with you ok bye

from staci martin
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date Sun, Mar 16, 2008 at 1:32 PM
subject I TRY TO GET IT
mailed-by hotmail.com

hello A---
just want to tell you that atfer all i get you this, and am going to let you no is a hard
thing you to do but i just wanna sertisfy you ok.



Grateful angels sing at Heaven's gates
In choirs, well, perhaps five trillion strong,
Unleashing love insatiable in song,
Love unknown to those of other fates.
In us, so far removed from such high states,
Alien even to where we belong,
Neither here nor there for very long,
A love like that retreats, and doubts, and waits.
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I have a friend with benefits,
Whom off and on I see.
While I use him to get my kicks,
his also uses me.

We try out stuff from porno sites,
Watching what we do
As though we were on film, and someone
Else was watching, too.

Yet somehow, somewhere even we
Still know we yearn for love,
And wait like withered stalks to feel
That wind within us move.
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so will get the money to to my shiiper now i cant wait to meet you in person
staci

from ------------ <------------@gmail.com>
to staci martin ,
date Sun, Mar 16, 2008 at 1:59 PM
subject Re: I TRY TO GET IT
mailed-by gmail.com

I am amazed! You wrote me! I do not have time to read them right now. I have a hair cutting appointment. When I come back I'll read them. I hope they're not somewhere else online!! ;)
Thank you for sending them to me. I will write you later this afternoon with my feeling about the poem.