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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Stolen waters are sweet as time passes on it stays stale and stinks stink to Its abductor and revenge to its owner her prize he thinks the Temperament, he cannot keep and the heart of the owner is weighty, its bereavement causes stink Stolen waters are sweet when he steals her from its first lover she is but pleasurable, but over time in the arms of her new lover becomes wet And swampy, her love begins to fade. The candle in a man the mirror of fair Daisy the weakness in a man shadows of the stranger Alas! the cause of the owner is in the room of the thief her first love has caught her mood she but a snare in the hands of new lover. Stolen waters are sweet It is death to the soul of her new lover It blurs the path of her abductor squeezes her grape of misery into her cup of insomnia to end his life she prays Her secrecy to her third lover she keeps But first it must thirst sweet then sour , flowing into the belly of the abductor cold and piercing an iceberg is born Grinding up intestine constipation set in sweet when love is in rage it blinds its lover tears him apart like The queen bee its Drone draining out it blood weakening strength of it lover to ever live again. Stole waters smooth taste the tongue acid The belly sweet It choked its victim with the air of death Caught In between the fangs of pains Like an adder would Its prey and gently it goes down into its gully pipe Squeaking like a petrified mice it got no salvation with sleeping open eyes mouth open close gasping for breath It speaks silently to its pleasure. This beauty but A Plague as stolen waters are sweet but to the Taste of death and as his eyes closes he looks Upon her beautiful face once more
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