Sinking Beauty - Poem by Ken Bennight
Felt I am to fall so hard,
the knife she twist aint pretty.
Damned I am to be dealt this deal,
its payment falls beneath me.
The beauty held by all the Queens,
eight eyes still none a winking.
Cannot up-rite the ship that floats,
to deeper depths than thinking.
Her beauty leaves me sinking
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