Your love is like a needle
Source of addiction and depredation, depraved about you
Paved about you pathways to varieties of demises
The miser Mike has become stranger
Your love now something needful
Essential affection, by conviction a conniver I will court and don your attentions
Your abstention from me abhorrent, seedless like an old torrent my barren ballsack
My poems thrive like flies on overripe fruit, rotting on the bough
Eve of battle on deck near the bow rutting sailors, gums sails gusted cheeks and empty scabbards flapping
That you know that I know that you know makes us evil
Printing our deceitful spirals, circling like forest rivals though together thriving
Flimsy centres, nature of bond to splinter, nature of suture to sunder, strength to surrender
Partners are for dancing, any more spoils the broth, where stood His brother when Rome’s raising finally ended?
Your love is like a needle
Hates me and when I grow deflates me
Embraces me lovingly but despising sizes me up for coffin
Bullhorn like Helm Hammerhand’s redresses my routed ranks
Pretending I don’t own you, both of us; scenes seen before Iolcus at Thessaly
I would die before being killed, Aeson father of Jason recognize his Pelias.
Your love needles me
Ensures whatever I do is wrong.
Alchemisland 
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