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Love's Demise
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Anti-Poetry It twitched and writhed
And with a feeble death-rattle,
Hacked up a final bilious
Glob of empty promises
Translucent were the illusions
With which I covered myself
Now tattered like a tramp’s garb
Our romance is dead!
It bled out between your legs
Spattering our worn out path
