23 Fitzroy Road , Poison In Here Ear
Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
HE wispers poison in her ears.
SOUNDS like a ghost she thinks,
or a love thats been twisted, and
HE gives her flowers, and a bottle
of red wine, and a moment of hope,
just a moment, only a moment,
then he stumbles out the door.
HE wispers poison in her ears......
then brakes free.........
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