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Limericks of hot seething love, gone bad. (Limerick) by horus8
Was there ever a day when I knew?
Just what a woman could do.
To the walls of your heart.
'till death do us part.
Dreams, and nightmares, come true.
Some things should never be found.
Because Love's a patient blood hound.
That is hot on your trail.
You had better set sail.
Since the earth is only so round.
If Psyche would have just trusted
in Eros, before she busted.
The pact that they made,
but she chose to trade.
True love for a bed that was dusted.
Then there was Pandora's box.
How the curious woman unlocks.
A container of sin.
Just watch that bitch grin.
Foxes in heat always win.
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