She danced in beauty,
throughout the night...

I walked by the mantle
above it a mirror...

What would I do if I seen
you walking down the street...

*this is a very explicit poem about murder so if...
KYLE she screamed out...

The darkness has rolled up again
imprisoning me with invisible bars...

Sitting in the dark
with the fan lightly...

In 1893 in a quite little Inn
slept soundly a peaceful little girl...

A few years went by and finally
a buyer...

The room was that of pastels tainted
with the shimmer of iridescent whites...

My wife and 4 children
just moved into a small...

William Mee, I must say you're absolutely right.
I'm divine, and oh so lovely, my face always...

*before you read this poem you must read in this...
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