Best Sufferingly Poems

By Stanley Collymore

Never speak ill of the dead we’re constantly and solemnly
exhorted regardless of who they are or the life that
they freely chose to live,...

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If I pierced your flesh
With my cannibal teeth,
Where soft moans
Vibrate
Along your
Pulsating neck,
Scented with living
Blood,
So pure
So thick
So heavy
So rich,
That one satanic sip
Would intoxicate even the most
Dead
Of...

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Maybe I’m the world’s biggest fool; maybe my heart deceives my head,
Maybe I’m just paranoid; maybe I’m as dumb as you think I am.

Maybe she...

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