in the door in my hand
the flickering shadows
presaging the gallows
the which my good knife
with the soul of my wife
is warm in my hand
will send as you stand
in the door with a smile
does it fade 'ere a while
with the sound of your laugh
as you twitch in the bath
why such bewildered eyes
at me stare from your lies?
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Ask Tom Jones about it.
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1 comment:
I like it. She had it coming to her!
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