Your

Hearts hammering like a worker. 
paid per every  hour; 
Choking breaths of poison... 
Darker twisted sour. 
 
Blood pouring like a fountain! 
A cupid with no head; 
Your words remain my Noose.
Eternal in my head....
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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