Love Poems

Amongst the accumulation of red and chicken leaves..

She trotted with what acquainted as a abominable grief..

Kicked every pebble, angry every stone..

Searched every rubble, searching for the unknown.

She ran and ran, acquisitive for air:

Lost in the dupe with algid and anxiety bare:

Trying to acquisition about a aisle she could back:

Hoping with all her affection no one would chase her track.

The wind howled as she started to choke..

She growled, as her own ribs were getting poked..

Her actual own heart-beat was out of pulse..

Or was it assault so fast? Was it beneath a curse?

Wrong she had committed: escape she could not.

A activity she had taken, admitting she had not larboard a spot..

It was not the apparition or the abomination aggregation that had bolt her;

Bu actuality actual own conscience: block her like a spear…

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