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Tobio Kageyama Poem
My enemy, the center of my hatred,
Oh, how I wished he would have been covered in red.
His skills so deadly,
Surpassing me greatly.
Eyes as cold as ice,
Making me shudder at each stolen glance.
Lips as poisonous as a snake,
Hurting me with each kiss I take.
Looking up at him from the floor,
He does nothing but stare at me quietly.
I wished he would have left through the door,
Letting me come to my demise peacefully.
Slowly I drift away,
Remembering nothing else but destroying melody.
Slowly I drift away,
Remembering nothing else but his unfaithful love, my enemy.
Copyright © Tobio Kageyama | Year Posted 2022
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