Bab 19: Rose
I worship her body
like a saint to be put to death
Never again will I have a chance like this"
I acclaim to myself,I know only how much time she has,
I only know of her,
of how the roses sprout from her hips
of rich poison stained to her lips
of the curve in her lies
each and every dip
Of how she smiles when she sips
I beg her to reason
to see a newer side.
She bursts out laughing
And tells me that she'd skin me for my hide
Fists in curls, I plead once more
She frowns and kisses me bitterly
Rich poison on her lips.
Roses sprouting from her hips.
Curves in her lies.
Smiling as she sips.
Bidding me, Adieu,she's taken through the door.
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