If you remember the bitter taste of ash
You know it's not like blood
For blood metallic love is bliss
Compared to sour rotten taste
Worse than lemons
And eggs gone to waste
You may realize what a paradise it really is
In comparison to reality.
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Candles of the Night: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA book of all of the random poems I have written. Read through them and you'll be smitten. Updates are random for inspiration doesn't always flow. But often enough because I'm not that slow. Yes, many are written in rhyming verse. Yet not all are...
