this heart is made of gingerbread
in frosting desires writ
it hangs upon a ribbon red
oh won’t you taste of it?
bite deep into this heart of mine
consume with it my soul
for in its textures you may find
the passions that it holds.
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the blighters rock 
Just doing one fantastic poem after another. Well done.
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