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Sleeps touch
A Poem by
Kiari Sabon
It grips you tight It flutters your eyes It calls you to bed It weighs you down It muffles sound It holds you tight It is all t..
The skys rim
A Poem by
Kiari Sabon
It is full of Rain It is cold and inviting It is open and full It is always lurking far and near It is something you can always see ..
The death is set
A Poem by
Kiari Sabon
The rope is cut The bards frown under my feet The knot is tied The branches crown and sway The night slowly turns to day The noose ..
A cute predator
A Poem by
Kiari Sabon
Checks full and blush Lips pink and of silk Eyes big and drawling Teeth white and daggered Breasts large and perky Hair thick an..
It’s all about anger
A Poem by
Kiari Sabon
Slice in soft patterns Feel the joy as you approach No, no that’s all wrong Feel the hate Let darkness overwhelm Strick u..
A way to kill
A Poem by
Kiari Sabon
A blade to your throat For you stance was threatening A blade through your chest For your words made me burn A ruby liquid leak..
the potato farmer
A Poem by
Kiari Sabon
roses are red,violets are blue.i farm potatos,but im not irish.that may have been prejudace.but so is god.
In the dark tower I wait
A Poem by
Kiari Sabon
The words I used were wrong You said fix them, fix this I continued to place them You warned me of the tower I would soon call home S..
Deaths and devils dine
A Poem by
Kiari Sabon
I don’t wanna die, can you save me from this life of mine? To dine with the devil is what I see for me. So I beg thee come save me. ..
Turn you in our dance of sin
A Poem by
Kiari Sabon
Eyes upon the flesh. Teeth sharpened to strike you. Death waiting to take on you. But first comes our dance. I listen to the flut..
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