Take me
Leave her untouched
Innocent
Let her never know
Betrayal
Baby of mine
No, not mine - still
Born in my bed
Shared the same womb
A decade apart
Take me
A willing sacrifice
If she will be safe
From your attentions
Betrayer
Take me
Does this make me
A complicit participant
In my own
Destruction?
Sometimes
The lamb knows
Where it is led.
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You must have a really strange sex life
What does my sex life have to do with anything, sir?
I can smell it through your writing. Yes, you are a weirdo, Red. A deviant, if you will
That was depressing, D.
Yeah. Probably because I was depressed when I wrote it.
So much for hating poetry. Way to go.
I still hate it.
Right, right. You keep telling yourself that.
By the way, nice use of a title of a short story by Dahl. (No sarcasm intended)
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