Sad But True
I was tempted by angels of Addiction
and the devil of Alien affection. My
dying wish, a dirty martini enema
to scour my sanguine soul and write
poetry to suit my heralding headings.
Leave your dreary dungeon self behind
No pain for time served.
No time for pain served.
Love is all around
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