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muse and fish
What a sight for sore eyes
That face and those smiles,
What muse gives that look
to keep me on the hook,
Like a fish to its bait
Waiting for its fate,
The worm I would gulp
For a taste of that pulp,
In the air gasping for water
I’d gladly wait for the slaughter.
That face and those smiles,
What muse gives that look
to keep me on the hook,
Like a fish to its bait
Waiting for its fate,
The worm I would gulp
For a taste of that pulp,
In the air gasping for water
I’d gladly wait for the slaughter.
Published 20th Mar 2019
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