Eloquence withers
frozen in sorrows
beauty outlasts
[in inanimate objects]
Playing the violin
[across my neck]
a musical genius
as the blood applauds
but I have a heart
and darling I do die.
Eloquence withers
but I have a heart
and darling I do die. Author notesprompt:'They slit our throats A contest entry
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