To Death Do Us Part
Oops. You
Impregnated
My mouth and
Not your wife.
Easy, with a
wall between
Us.
Liars the
Devil makes of
All us.
And I followed
Your Mexico,
With a white
Dress and Vows
You gave me
That never
Were.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2013
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