beauty is a lie
lovers whisper to eachother
as the moon,
like a knife,
hangs over their entwined bodies
the only question is
who will get the idea first
who will grab it
and finally find
real beauty
in slitting the others' throat
Please tell me what you think
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Hmm..see, this is the dark, bitter poetry I know and love. Lol,
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lol i know
bright...sunny...happiness never lasts long
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