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Just a poem I wrote Category: Blogging
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I met ye by the gallows tree, 'Twas dark and oh so late. The town had had its fun with ye, And vented forth its hate. I could not bear to leave ye there, Despondent and alone. Impulsively I cut the rope, And took ye to my home. I let ye share my bed that night, And Kissed yer cold dead skin. I finally felt Id found true love, Don't care if its a sin. Yer beauty soon began to fade, Yer skin began to rot. But still my love for ye remained, Forsake ye, I would not. Yer bones are all that I have left, Yer skull adorns my bed. I think of ye obsessively, My princess of the dead.
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