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Gallery of Pain: Wicked by Jeanette

By Jeanette
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Tags: jeanette, poem, poetry

Wicked,
that's all you are.
I've drank my poison, spit my lies,
and died one too many times.
This shouldn't be what it takes,
to be in love.
You're my calling,
a devastating one.
Can you hear me kill?
Who will come looking?
Who will dig seven feet for this?
Your tricks crushed, under my toes.
I never wanted you to open my soul.
I'm face to face,
with my wicked snake.

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