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- rush hour at sharepoetry
the summer green leaves rustle / as the roar / it roars / makes fear run through me / brings sweat to my pores / while the sun beats down / upon the beings / who bask / / they are brave to / face the roar / while i, / i hide behi - the black widow at sharepoetry
She works, / Blood, sweat, and tears, / Constructing the rendezvous point / From where, / She casts her lust filled eyes, / A wink in his direction, / Lulling him into an ecstatic sleep / Called death. / - dancing with death at sharepoetry
As the red wine flows / the siren slips / from the depths / Embracing / All around her / singing / the dance of death
