Monday, April 18, 2011

The Dark World Of Doomed Poetry

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i swallowed
the bait
hook line sinker
i wait
to be cut
fried
served
hot
on her plate
a smelly fish
promfret

she caught
in the waters
of the internet
first she
played
hard to get
memories
she wont forget
however hard
it gets my words
make her upset
a heart for let
gloomy dark
smothered wet
for inspiring
nurturing
my craft
my wordsmith 's
trade
i will always
be in her debt
blood tears
my sweat
picturized
as golden sunsets
without much ado
or regret nervous
scared of her
threat a gun
on my head
playing Russian
roulette
jab we met
a poet
seeking an
escape
hope as
an outlet

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