thorn rose in quicksand

a pale siren lost at sea

gurgling a hymn, that's

what she means to me

she's saying little of late

quieter now than of yore

time's calmed her down

once I called her a whore

came home at all hours

partied till she dropped

spent money like water

manic how she shopped

once a nymphomaniac

in bed she wore me out

I was not t...

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