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Love in the First Degree
by Nia Rose
Friday, March 18, 2005
Rated "R" by the Author.
Love can lead to some very disastrous mistakes. |
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July 4th, I died
He entered me,
and I cried.
You're mine forever now,
he lied.
Death consumes my life
for he murdered 27 years of security,
with his 10 inch knife.
Pain and pleasure,
bloodly backscratches
a desecrated treasure.
Murdered for his affection
now buried alive
lost with no protection.
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| Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson |
3/21/2005 |
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eyes blind, heartlead
how he said the things my mind wanted to hear
penertrating deep my eyes weep
why, how could you do this
to me
blindness caught slipping
feelins' deep here
real here............ |
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| Reviewed by kenny baez |
3/18/2005 |
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| they say the first cut is the deepest. Go for a tender guy next time! Real poem! k |
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| Reviewed by Sue Hess |
3/18/2005 |
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| 10 inch knife? whoa...this is painful and real and captured beautifully the pain that passion can bring |
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