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[bodytext] => There were rose petals scattered on the floor, A wonderful scenario I’m sure you’ll agree. The windows were open and so was the door, He sat on the sofa and listened to her plea. Her words meant nothing, nothing to him. He quietly told her, his name was... Tim. A mumbled cry escaped her lips, Her mouth was closed with a dozen bull clips. He closed the boot to his ford escort. The lamp lit pavement enhanced his shadow. He used her money for the car he had bought, She wasn’t to know where they’d go. Her skin was as dark as the moonlit sky, This was the reason she was going to die. He parked outside a disused warehouse, That inhabited not even a mouse. There was a bathtub in the middle, He gave the bleach tap a twiddle. She sat there, In the deepest despair. A look in her eyes, All he saw was the despise. The running bath was full to the top, He took her gag out and cut the ropes. He said ‘Darling, clean it up with a mop.’ He got into the bath with all his hopes. He took off his balaclava, The bath burning his skin like molten lava. He said ‘My love, I want you to see me die,’ She said nothing but began to cry. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 13 [informant] => heyheyheydot [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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