blood washed upon the shore | 1 |
of every man’s quest for undying love. | 2 |
the shallows of hell | 3 |
bridled the mass extermination | 4 |
of young hearts broken in half | 5 |
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sordid bones stacked in mounds | 6 |
of shrilling skulls, they perished | 7 |
in pursuit of bliss. Lest we not forget | 8 |
tears shed; crying icicles | 9 |
before the cold and hostile =femme fatale= | 10 |
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"she’s beautiful" states the obvious- | 11 |
she consumes those without spine | 12 |
tortured souls with empty beds | 13 |
fools with dreams of polygamy | 14 |
voracious is her hunger: [bon appetit] | 15 |
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this nagging fear, many men’s dread | 16 |
to sit across from an empty chair | 17 |
wine glass untouched, uneaten cuisine | 18 |
no mourning widow, just a sole grave | 19 |
lonely in life, alone in death, amen | 20 |