A brand new poem by me.
That wanton woman had touched my heart like a razor blade going through the heart penetrating with her devilish looks like a black widow who is claiming souls and using it fulfilled with life's desires and the touches that applied back for her charm and witty smile that can strike the deadliest catch and spurn out venom to bite the wicked evil
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The Colors of Many: A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems can make anybody feel things: love, desire and sadness.
