Those green eyes
Don't leave a clue.
It tics, it tacs
They make you blue.
The strip caught mine.
Life at its cue
It rips, it hurts
Tonight's due.
This blade is sharp.
Battle of wits ensues
Thoughts in the head
Takes like a rotten fondue.
Time is ticking.
She starts to indue
It cuts, it bleeds
Angels will have to sue.
Goodbye virtue.
(13/10/2016)
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