VenomA Poem by Pensmoke Poems
The kiss of death
The breath of rot Hidden behind cherry red And masked by mint Gruesome in spirit Vile in intention Stuffed in an hourglass And covered with a sweet smile Deadly and cunning Yet seemingly harmless Drawn in I was the next victim © 2016 Pensmoke PoemsReviews
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