Resplendant and careless,
the fluid swaying of lovers,
soft caresses turn to harsh words
seeds that swell and grow,
but nature plans for other woe.
Blood and vomit
pallid as a swan.
dying for the secret
afraid to speak,
afraid to tell.
Blood and spit
she holds herself together and cries
Body of Lies.
wOR
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when you write poetry you don't use beautiful words, you give the words beauty.
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