Adonis’ speech


I gave her my heart and she sliced it
and spiced it and fried it and show it
to the world to view and to consume.

Since I’ve fled the battles she gives me
bad names but my name is Adonis and
my heart is pure and true, although it’s
changeable as the seasons. As love is!

But what is it that women want, I just ask!






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