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Yet another one of those darn 'someone shot my dog' poems.  Same rough summer..

Mi Amor de Morte

Blood-crimson red,
The sweet taste,
Like a lie,
Like candied meats,
So full of life. To taste a soul,
Like orgasm in life,
To feel the slowing heart,
And the collapse of existence.

Posted in   Poetry
2007-12-03 21:47:00 | 532 Views

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