Black DiseaseA Poem by LexiFrom the day we met, you were hard to please, My fondness was acute, deep as dark seas; Our brawls were unceasing, made my heart freeze My looks, and my theories, made you ill at ease, I walk to the river, past the bogs and breeze And finally, at my death, my mind frees © 2012 Lexi |
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1 Review Added on April 24, 2012 Last Updated on April 28, 2012 Tags: villanelle, addiction, disease, black, dark Author
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