Kiss the Death
of the Blood Red Pearl

The Cold dark night
Persists with a stutter
Where i ponder the name
of fright i mutter
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Fractions of bliss
with the woman i kiss
the frail breaking of lips
i miss
a love gone sour
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Behold the name
a spot in fame
of lust that i so wonder
it's power.

.....By David L. Olmstead


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