Soft Kicks to
The Head.
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Her Kisses
were
Soft Kicks to
The Head.
Like
Early
Morning
Cigarettes
before
Coffee.
Or..
A
Mind
Breaking
Once the
HearT
is
Dead!
(I told you
The Reaper
would'nt
Stop Me.)
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yet
ironically
(it seems)
This Hell
We Share
is
preferable!
(to The
Heaven
Others
Dream.)
+++
I don't
trust
it
when
Her
Eyes Puke
Love..
because
they
scarcely
seem
Aware..
of
Those
Devils
Plotting
High
Above!
(writing
Their
Curses
in
The Air.)
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I
didn't
tell her
She was
Beautiful
Today.
and
so
The
World
Ended.
(for a
While.)
until
She lost
the inner
Strength to
Pray!
(and
Vowed
to
Never
Laugh
or
Smile.)
+++
Her
Silence
Now
Screams
Within
My Head.
tis
A
Late
Night
Party
(intended
for
One.)
or
Moon
Weeping
After
The
World
is
Dead!!
(I
told
you
Love
would
soon be
Done.)
j.stephen.h.
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