Alex AAA Poems

I stared into the abyss with my hate-filled eye,
My thirst for vengeance filling me with pride.
He stole my heart, he stole her twice,
If I were not wary he'd have stolen her thrice.
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On the hottest day of the year, he galloped into battle.
Slipping past the enemy lines he slipped in without a rattle.
With the enemy being dealt with he could finally strike,
Using the power of the ancient, slipperiest might.
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My phone rings - is it my wife?
No, see!
My fingers lay bare to any metal indeed.
No bands to signify romantic unity.
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