The aftermathA Poem by AskeladTherefore, nevermoreYou've been right here, and heard me snore I'd hold onto you tight, just like I swore It's such a big blunder, for me to ignore It seemed to be easy, the way you tore Half dead now, amidst the moor and shore Bleeding to death, I'm still knocking your door © 2018 Askelad |
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