Love Poem: My Final Hour
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Written by: James Fraser

My Final Hour

What is this she holds in blooded redded colour
In empty look I realise that my hearts in consumed devour

For inside my chest it rested, a now open abyss appears
Pains of hurting scream as she revels through her cheers

Calculated and callous, the bitch within her shines
Confirming men and me in unison, in total undermine

As I fall to my knees in blooded redded colour
She's callous torn and twisted, as I live my final hour










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