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A Delusion of grander its virtue been bled. BLOODY TALE

Poetry By: Factxzrx
Poetry


A poem from in the book BLOODY TALES. A delusion of grander.


Submitted:Jul 8, 2007    Reads: 100    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Chapter: A DELUSION OF GRANDER ITS VIRTUE� BEEN BLED.

A cringe for how he has come to its been.

His insights are now in for how is about to let in.

A grace for how could had sensed once said.

The limp sudden feeling set a stir for who or how was he been led.

"Get in here you crumpling fuck."

Is now said, holding its being from the spit that's been shed. For him a sigh, a jester in command; as he moves in slowly before he now comes forth for the stand.

With one hand in money, the other one of her, his love has come in for his company.

For him, till then and for them until when.

His love had its lust, the money once been.

For her it's his happiness until she reads his soak that was about to withstand.

A thin drop of air, the sense for one man, his women once loved and the spills of its blood has now been dispensed.

A drop of his, could had once been from her.

As for the money once held, was a means for a virtue from her.

The clouds of coke dust, has once been from him.

The money it did enter, let alone the beast of blood as when it was dripped.

A long lonely cringe, as for the coke had it's been.

A love for a women, the Beast as bled, his hand held the money, for his beast has been fed.

UNTIL WHEN.

THE END.





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