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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required No exit allows egress... forever dooming how the missus and I relate where interplay, foreplay and coldplay insinuated themselves within mine pate, once I espied and entered trap door to late, thus now ensnared and inextricably caught into the web of deceit courtesy my own making detritus of sundered scattered corpses a stark prelude of unpleasant fate awaits yours truly, whereat once harmonious convergence between the writer of these words wrought havoc upon the wife courtesy unfettered wanton lust towards Alice in Chains, where hook, line and sinker no match for Jane's Addiction a false nubile prophetess, who promised me everlasting love damning eternal conjugal bliss that weathered category five emotional Hurricanes ever since I tasted verboten fruit, and suffered pierced airing of cleft marriage courtesy nymphs young enough to be my daughter unduly flattered, where refutation towards doxological pleading denied late connubial transgressions doomed to be forever estranged from kith and kin both those related by blood and those connected by friendship and close acquaintances sacrificed on the altar of pledged troth half-life of mine after I became spellbound when a four foot eleven contra dancer surreptitiously snuck up and surprised yours truly with a smooch on the lips years before banshee freed from tempest in a teapot only discernible to me (a veritable hobgoblin in my head) shrieking bloody murder while poet of Perkiomen Valley rode first class on the Orient Express enroute to a place in the outer limits of the twilight zone named Willoughby, where dark shadows creeping along the edge of night signalled storm of the century slated to make landfall four after midnight no escape for this running man unable to Carrie on camping cause he lavished being attentive and gravitated towards the alluring, beguiling, charming... sexual innuendos hinting of implicit indirectness and double meanings to convey a suggestive or risqué message, where no doubt (after I texted explicit premature ejaculations) she unexpectedly got ghosted triggering her to Rage against the machine, where the ability to communicate seething hormonal secretions suddenly stifled when stark realization and horror of his marriage (that endured two score and nine years - in the beginning fraught with tumultuous verbal altercations - nearly coming to fisticuffs on at least one occasion) figuratively being shattered into a million little pieces where all the King's horses and all the King's men, couldn't put (M. Scott Harris - a stand in egg head) for Humpty together again, whose realization for desperation and reconciliation, (which rupture defied repair even with the expert assistance of Maggie Jaramillo a recovery coach of mine courtesy Creative Health) cause apology came too little to late, and essentially triggered, thus all around misery spelling abomination, decimation, and humiliation wrought steely dancing imps of the pervert, and where ruination descended upon former kingdom of love and delight analogous to an emotional quake epicenter in the heart and soul leveling corporeal entity and lovely bones.
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