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Pernicious, Her Game, was,
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October 2015 Pernicious, Her Game, was,
As if she knew me well..... For.
Once, wild women, stirred,
my blood.
But now, it's stagnant, thinned.
Diluted by age, beer and wine.
I now exist.....
Only, by the love of god, and of that, of my children.
I walk alone, untouched, yet somber.
A lost child, yet, a grown man.
Don't tell me, that you, love me......for
I'm tainted by the devils touch.
And thus, I'm cursed.
My pain, is loneliness.....
Death,..., my only reward.
A long, and lingering ......one.
And in truth
Is
No reward at all.
Giajl © Jim Love
