
poetry is a dagger
to your lips, may they find comfort
& spill sporadically onto the flesh
colored paper you've collected
mark the folds and tears,
not those pretty eyes that cry
may the ink marks color you
like the speckles on house finch eggs
but don't break;
or else the words won't suffice
desires of masquerade lies
and temptations
of a poetess and her pen




wow your poetry is always stunning and amazing its so poetically written and just wow a beautiful and dark dedicaiton well done twinny

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