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Love #3
As promised, the third poem. This one rhymes and most resembles what I usually write.
Love #3
Run, my dear!
Run like the wind!
Your hollow footsteps in the dark
That lovely smell,
your salty sweat,
your desperate little beating heart
No no no, now,
don't look back
you might stumble, you might fall
Break your leg
and lay there silent
that would not be fun at all
You must run
must run on home
Mommy, daddy, hold me tight!
But love, I'm fast
I got there first
and all that blood, what pleasant sight
I ripped them open,
head to toe,
and left them there for you to see
Your face
when you step through that door
what sweetest pleasure it will be
So now, don't cry
don't waste your tears
You'll need them soon oh so much more
Just run, my dear
run like the wind
My sweetest kill, my little whore!
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