ERC1155

A collection of poetry visualized through AI art. The Poem Bring your pain, bring your anger, bring your hate. Call it friendship, call it love with a promise to mate. Write imaginative rhymes, spot imaginary signs and blame it on fate. Permeate my soul, make the bed sheets roll, all on the first date. Let out a moan and then tease me till i groan as you make me wait. [Mask your lying in passionate sighing and deceptive crying, and set up the bait. Then leave me outside your house with a dismissive grouse as you slam shut the gate. Label me a recluse or just make up any excuse then say, " Now it's too late!"] "We're poles apart, it was never meant to be at any rate" Rub my wounds in some salt, call it all my fault "you had your chance, we had our dance but now it's too late"

Name

Ava Loki

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