Hot Summer NightA Poem by lozzop lil' poem I cooked up super late last night because it was too hot to sleep
They lived a happy life
As man And as wife, Through good times and bad It was a love that they had, They raised their children They paid their bills Empty vases and frames Decorated their windowsills. His love and affection He would devote, To his beautiful wife Of whom he would boast, A man loved his wife And on her he would dote Until late one night He slit her bloody throat.
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lozzopManchester, United KingdomAboutI've loved making up worlds and characters since I was little, I suppose you could say as a child i was relatively alone, not lonely though, there is a difference. I'm not much different as a teenager.. more..Writing
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