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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I have forfeited every inch Of your bitter blow And you have reaped the profit. You took my discretion for granted And placed me inside a cage. You withered, Disdainfully, In an open page. The palate of your face Eating at the sky And delivering me to justice. Haunting me and my forbidden womb. Drenching the maggots In silver and golden As they nibble at a Greasy toothed moron From the grave. And in temptation, You'll haunt them too. A wandering pilgrimage Isn't far from you. And with this thought, Your on foot, Fleeing to the very next castle Of whore ridden death and degenerates. And because of his avarice You will never turn back. And because the tips of her hair, Drenched in brandy And ever tickling at your spine, You will never turn back. At agate, An open wound sits Mingling with the dark and the lecherous. Having cocktails with the waitress Whose initials spell hepatitis And whose breasts aren't far from The waist you see so fit. Gangrene has not swallowed This slit up just yet And it is far too simpleminded Of you to forget how you pleaded With her to let it heal. Let it heal. Let it stop. Let it seal. To free the ever so silent songbird Who has been caged in your debt For centuries, Bargaining and wagering with The undertaker And licking at injustice with her toes, Wanting nothing more than to bear The child of a man who hates the sea But is born from the salt of it's accomplices. A man whose bitter death is but a tragedy To shoe makers But sleeps under a petticoat For fear of losing his head. The man who holds his key so tightly With all probability and intention Of letting it go.
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