."Look at the Hell I made!"
He says to you, wedding eve, with his
slight smirk that strips your judgment and clothes.
Ovens are off, and petrified pillows laze.
Sandy sun, muffled by drapes glazed.
Burning kittenâs corpses, assortments of flies crawl
under broken boards, lovel.
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