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Loves Slave

I built this wet blind cave In which to dwell Some call it artistic I call it burning hell It taints my skin My minds a race My thoughts don't still Stuck in this place I wait silently In the scratching grass For my peace to come For this nightmare to pass I have felt the claws Pain I can't let others see Will this ever pass Or last an eternity The most beautiful creation Bought me to this doom The spell of love Like a witches broom My heart fell darkly deep Into loves black ocean kissed by aphrodiate Like an evil potion I wait for my pain to subside Wait in my wet blind cave Next time Love visits me I shall not become It's slave

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/6/2010 9:36:00 AM
nice and powerful in all your writes my friend
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Date: 10/22/2010 2:47:00 PM
Powerful words wow! I liked your poem as I can relate to it to a certain exteny. Well-versed
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