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Apr 2019
Well, well, well, Dimitrious

here you are, your neck in the noose
time is up, poor cooked goose

look now who holds the rope in hand
the drop is deep and dark and
waiting

for you, Dimitrious the scourge

did you not scent the danger?
the baby in the manger
the quiet handsome stranger

look how the blade grins

it's appetite whetted

it will starve, Dimitrious

nor will it slake your blood

the fibres of the rope kiss your neck
such tenderness in that sweet embrace
well, well, well, your eyes now well
I can tell
your bulging eyes beg

forgive?

not today, Dimitrious

let us share our scars beneath the stars
of Hell
may the Devil embrace us both
our sins will not purge
nor will you scourge

again

for the drop is deep
the rope is long
your neck is strong
What is wrong, Dimitrious?

what is wrong?
Harriet Cleve
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Harriet Cleve
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