Still waters run deep...
Monday, January 12, 2004
15. Weep unto death
Pretty red ruby,
throbbing with desire;
End mindless strife,
Set my soul afire.
See it drip,
sickle-born spittle;
Life degenerates,
witnessing death’s trickle.
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