All or nothing in one
glance
you be mine.
Appreciate
the worldly female.
She
push forth with the raw bit.
A world of girls.
Vineyard with bed of roses.
They’re
in and out
barefoot
and light wear.
My
smile sardonic
and
she’ll never forget
thrill
in the foreboding.
The lonely is dark.
I
am the iteration of Bedlam.
Fool
hardy.
Phobia
and love in one man.
I’ve always been ugly.
I
am these nights one
space to another.
Supine
in pain.
Trade
on that some night
your lonesome as mine.
Depth
of the curious.
And
the follies.
They
drink and fight to pen
the
death of the heroine.
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