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this is the end I fear, / shredded entrails are peeping out from under my skin, / did she mean what she said? / "Go to hell, hellish boy and take with you my pain and despair", / that could rip and tear at a heart- / but, alas, I don't have one, / I have neither flesh nor soul, / If you prick me I get… sign in to read more »
From: | Ireland |
Published poems: | 1 |