By Thayer Mangeres
Mad. Mad thoughts.
Crazy. Twisted. Sinewy.
Mad obsession, you sicken me.
You're so beautiful, love.
I grind you into a fine, soft powder,
And inhale you,
And then lick you off my fingers.
New love, answer me.
Your face brings me death every day,
And every day I can't wait to die.
Bury me now, love.
Bury me now.
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Flock Of Amazing Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of my favorite poems, which I have collected so far. It has the biggies like Walt Whitman or Byron, but it also has some of lesser known poets who write just jaw-dropping poetry.
