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Terminal (Free verse) by kingit ...and once
she has felt what
I have placed
inside of her
the tepid wetness begins
to seep
from her
crimson, velvet
pump.
The prong sank
deep. I suffer-
she makes certain
price, cost
too high, Dear-
And I am
slaughtered,
like One.
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