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Ice
Fast motorcycle ride,
and after, awaits
a venture inside
Wintry winter weather
and his
fragrant black leather
Mortal man's moustache full o' ice
against my mouth,
cold and nice
Not a man, an empty shell
I didn't know...
He can go to Hell
and after, awaits
a venture inside
Wintry winter weather
and his
fragrant black leather
Mortal man's moustache full o' ice
against my mouth,
cold and nice
Not a man, an empty shell
I didn't know...
He can go to Hell
Published 16th May 2019
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16th May 2019 9:21pm
Awesome write I look forward to more poems from you
"Mortal man's moustache full o' ice
against my mouth,
cold and nice"
I thought that was great!
"Mortal man's moustache full o' ice
against my mouth,
cold and nice"
I thought that was great!
16th May 2019 10:45pm
