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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Chalk Full of Great Lines The body has been removed To my place of sanctified worship Where all is quiet and piano soothing I am Ernesto Cortazar Your Coroner and host for the evening Here is my creation and story In the docket I bask in my glory! She in her balcony The opera on their dram of the second half If only she knew She to be Behind the curtains with me The final act of the soiree The expression she gave oh screaming pleas As I slit her throat in a lustful three The blood of our love Gushing and gushing for only me Her love and bloods devotion Only chalk lines point now to me The detective goes "Ernesto" Another like all the ones before I smile and fain sadness Yes detective, any tell tale signs? None that I can see Ernesto He seems to be a silent one A ghost who comes and goes With no humanity or heart to show Are the chalk lines all drawn detective? Yes Ernesto, you may take possession of the body now I whisper "I have taken possession long before you arrived senior" I and the detective play the same dance He is mystified at these crimes As the blood of love dances, drop by drop, into my mouth She is with me now Alone and with our coronary desires She is cold, and silent, and icy Welcoming my final intrusions The dance of the dead Her blood drained I drink the wine of my lustful crime I so enjoy the mystery As they all stare At my beautiful chalk lines She was all of nineteen She was always mine I Ernesto Drank the rubies blood wine
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