Friday, December 7, 2007

Kiss Of Certain Death Comments

Rating: 5.0

Oh my love
The hour is short and life slips from my swollen fingertips
Onto the floor
Cold and hard with revenge
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Ted Sheridan
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Love Poetry Hate Racism 07 December 2007

And should you stumble upon a bottle of my remaining rum Fill but your own glass to the top and drink one last toast to me As you send me on my way With my lips still burning with desire for one last fatal kiss lines etched with your poetic brilliance

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