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Belladonna

Born in Oxnard California, currently living in Iowa. Published two books of poetry and hundreds of individual poems in anthologies all over the world.

Everyday that dawns,
you slip away a little more.
The distant stare,
the apathetic eyes.
Your love is as dead
as the roses in
the trash.
Your heart is an
abyss that I'm
lost in forever.
Belladonna drew me in.
The poison kept me there.