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Black Abysmal Below

Black abysmal below now waits Sifting the nuisance, traits of hate Grave is the door, stairs mold from dirt, The demon slinging scythe for work, Face upon face laughing at fate Perverse ill be, for you to sate Tempting inside, tempting this mate, For now we lay nude upon earth Into the black abysmal below Heart in hand we shall migrate, No rush, yes we can be late Last ecstasy, last for a first Enjoying time given for mirth, Now lets travel keeping this date Into the black abysmal below. (2017)

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Date: 8/6/2017 11:57:00 AM
Ooh haunting. Dark mirth here. Awesome rhyme scheme too. I grin at how u say, ' no rush we can be late'. Hah. Black abyss down below. Afterlife hopefully. Thumbs up. Pls do write your thoughts about my latest poem too, under it.
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Corwin Donovan
Date: 8/6/2017 1:19:00 PM
Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed it.

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