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Jack The Ripper

Jack The Ripper

Molly; Molly uncomely bell
Bid ye fond farewell
Slice of thee me partake
Doleful lilies at thy wake

Ripper tis humble name
Impassioned nigh maim
Blind token oculus prize
Pluck thou gelid eyes

Seize thine womanly part
Abscond harlot heart
Ruinous throat devious smile
Alas nay tarry me awhile

Heady bloodlet arose
For favor, pen prose
Bobbies ne’er catch me
Lucid specter me shall be

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Tony Taylor

WOW!! DARKLY!!....this is amazing......I love how you got many of the actualΒ details woven into the poetic structure of this......like the lilies...and the taking of eyes and body parts.......that's why they always thought he might be a doctor....VERY, VERY, well done!! .......ALL STARS & PINNED!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xoΒ  :Β  )Β 

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Liliana of the ...

Quite the slaughterer that figure that ripped up the women of the night.Β 
Famous for the evil doings a surgeon who kept parts of the bodies.Β 
Great poem.Β 

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Marion

Black deeds Black ink...brilliant 😊

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Simon Bromley

Love the way you write, it flows so effortlessly, jealous of your talents.Β 

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