That green ring
gets into my head.
Where did it come from?
Why won't you say?
Why can't you take it off, now
just to please me?
But, you refuse.
You know that only you
have got that one thing
that I need.
The want brings me to my knees.
Overcome with weakness,
green about the gills
I can't breathe.
Get that green thing
outta my head!
Please, please I beg you!
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Author:
John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 21st, 2021 00:10
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Comments1
Great mystery in this, thrilling, suspenseful, well composed.
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