As you might have read from my various past comments on your work, I am hardly a worshiper of your style. It's all a bit melodramatic for me. Indeed, your rant beginning 'She sucks' in this work personifies much of what I dislike. I'm starting to find, however, that there's something uniquely enjoyable about your work that defies my ideas of 'good poetry'. A few of your lines in particular moved me to comment on this piece:
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She had cherry lips and chocolate hips
-What a tasty little treat-
But when I took a bite their was no delight
For she was filled with vinegar and deceit
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Fantastically vivid, not just in terms of colour, but taste and scent as well. I can't escape this image of biting into a luscious maiden (avec cherry lips!) and having my mouth filled with the acrid flavour of vinegar. Fantastic!