![]() Love is loveA Poem by lovelymarina
Love is love,
until love, is necrotic; An ugly wound, the grim reaper, lays beside, and repairs, with foolproof stitches. Love is love, until love, is decay; Where a baby doe, the purest of life’s forms, could sense the compulsions of the devil, the rotted smell of flesh, and unbound mortality, and run. Love is love, until the grim reaper, slips the fitted noose, upon your neck, snuggly, and love becomes, death. © 2022 lovelymarinaReviews
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