A final Creepy Love Poem.

A fond farewell to these at last…

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This was the first…

Then this one…

This the third


You’re the sun on my face

You’re the wind in my sails

My everything and my all

.

Im the breath on your windows

The rustling in your bush

Want to cut you open, climb inside

.

Breathing deep I inhale you, musty and wet

Hunched over your laundry basket

I squirm as my heart leaps inside

.

Carve you’re name into my desperate flesh

Your name drips from my lonely lips

I want to wear you , my corpse bride

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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