I
Feel
The
Depths
Of
Despair
Swallowing
Me
Whole.
Pulling
Me
Under.
Pulling
Me
Towards
The
Under Toad.
His
Great
Slimy
Lips
Eager
For
A
Kiss.
Alas!
Toads
Don't
Turn
Into
Princes!
They
Only
Give
Warts
And
Fill
Your
Soul
With
Poison.
Making
Your
Heart
Black
As
Ice.
Gosh, the decending words pull you down further and further as you read... brilliantly done ... hope it's 'just' a poem :o( x
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