Dmitry Veshutov

Kiss The Boys And Make Them Die. - Poem by Dmitry Veshutov

I kissed a boy,

It made him die.

Oh, I enjoyed,

I really tried.

It felt so lovely,

Killing him.

The sky above me

Seemed so clean.

I felt his love,

I felt his hate,

I`m sorry now

But It`s too late…

I have this taste

Upon my lips.

The taste of death,

The taste of kiss.

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I hope you like it xxx

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 20, 2013

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