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D A W N Jun 2022
no matter how intoxicating you are
my aphrodisiac girl,
you can never entice my
sober
sober
heart
i am listening to aphrodite- rini while i attempt my job account to commit suicide in this ****** workplace( im trying to get rid of it) , and  i thought abt her (very random ***) and how she works with deities and that is sosososoos attractive *** . ive also thought about downing a wine bottle awhile ago  hence why i gave birth to this poem :p
Allyssa Jan 2019
Love wasn’t your forté.
No, it was your weapon.
You wielded it like a sword on a revolutionary soldier,
Armed and ready to go onto the battlefield as if you had nothing to lose.
Well my dear,
Fear is my aphrodisiac.
Love was the least of my worries.
Deter me from that ******* you call love
Liam C Calhoun May 2016
The smoke circled halo,
Bent smiles and summoned demons,
Brimstone come a reverent silent
And obeyed sort of way.

I let my left eye avoid.

I’d let my right dream,
As I munched skewered calf,
Innocent, slaughtered, salivated
And my only excuse – Survival.

Toe-to-toe with
Home-field advantage
I nodded from shadows
To the one who scented venom;

Lace tucked slightly thigh,
She’d wink and hours later,
The demon would meet the Devil
And she’d devour –

All I’d known,
All I’d ever know
And all we’d ever be.
Another life, but for some reason, I remembered that smoke filled room under arrogance tonight; maybe it's my obsession with neon.

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