poem Category: Writing and Poetry
Oh sweet smelling thing
unto you I forever sing
but thou art surrounded by fate
tears have rusted my metallic heart
a crammed pity shrieks my eternal
flushing the pit of emotional urinal
but my crisp red thing is more
clothed in naked burrowing madness
By, Ariotly Poetic
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