07-13-2018, 08:21 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-13-2018, 08:38 AM by PepsiWhirda.)
Apocalypse (Please)
All I can think of
is the last breathless kiss -
the last three words to slip
from your chemical lips,
and were the locomotive of the end
to run me down tonight -
to iron me flat like a penny
placed gingerly on its tracks -
I’d think it a fitting end for a man
finally found.
All I can think of
is the last breathless kiss -
the last three words to slip
from your chemical lips,
and were the locomotive of the end
to run me down tonight -
to iron me flat like a penny
placed gingerly on its tracks -
I’d think it a fitting end for a man
finally found.
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