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sonnet 233 ( of shakespears smoke)

Poetry By: firephoenix


Submitted:Nov 12, 2008    Reads: 92    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

what lips dew sup, upon, sweet puffing power?

fire and powder which when kissed consume

by second nature first upon the hour

with rings both loves do breathe in idle tune.

of dynamite such lust bears just desserts

mixed from the martre sweat andfles and tear

convey. This vile roll flow odor spurts

to momentary bond then dissappear.

A pack of blessings lye within this trite

a deck of jokers, motal taste that parch

such cancer lips culling the dead by pipe

That which take, addictions breast to start.

Twin lovers set about immortal flames

This necromantic love, in life, untames


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