POEM FROM #WALSENBURG MAGAZINE
Looking across at hell. My heaven, my hell! Eyes so blue as they sparkle, perfect smirk, perfect smile.Her blonde hair ask to be pushed out of her eyes. This ecstasy bliss cant be true, its a lie.
Its the spirit of the blues playing a set.. Our hearts beats set tempos for this most evil quartet.
She cries me, she cries codependency, she cries for my heart, she cries for its utter slaughter...
This love is surely a silhouette, a unicorn, a most evil sonnet to slaughter.
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