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Gothic Meal

Sitting down to a Gothic meal,
roasted paper for
soaking up dark poetics.

For the Gothic poet eats
ashes and blood stained poetry.

The parchment has yellowed,
causing a grungy texture to
my format.

I a poet have a darker vision
to a morbid stuffing recipe
for Gothic lore and
a darker side to my
poetics.

Your mind eats from my
darker side, as you read
my Gothic eulogy.

Without poetry I am dead inside.

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5 Comments

    • DeadBeat

      This happened to me before. You should be able to edit poems now. You might have to verified. I’m not too sure.

      • I am verified. I will look around the site to see if there is an edit button. I probably missed it somehow. I am still learning how the site works.

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