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Apr 2010
Something I regret, something I hold dear…

I’m married now this golden circle never ending.

It burns
As it stares back at me
And I am its first, it’s last victim.
The ******* of this love is more
THAN
I
CAN
BEAR

So…
I’m going to do something I regret,
Something I will hold dear.
I’ve never been much of a ladies man,
And so if I’m gonna do it, might as well go all out,
I get the pills and the chemicals,
And I get the hottest girl I can find,
My dungeon, my laboratory all set in.

And I take, and I give,
The rose red blood,
For the creamy white seed.
Its sickening an beautiful,
Creation at its best,
At its worst.

I wonder which one I am,
As they haul me away,
My friend, my parents… and oh! The look on that *****’s face.
That “wife”

I eat it up. Num. Num. Num.
John Ashton Upston
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