Wintered language creeps through letters of lovers
and betrayals,
their tangible, dandelion realities scattered across
parched, tear-drenched pages -
visions of water-logged dreams.
Verses of death -
they are fragmented perceptions,
synthetic hearts palpitated into stalemate
with two minutes to self-destruct,
subdued by the murky waters flooding
the badlands of love.
My words are all I have -
so I'll seal them with a red lipstick kiss
to say goodbye.









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