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Dancing on hot coals
Blood from your neck
When did the slide start?
Eyes wide open while you kept yours closed,
My beloved, why must you riot?
It was one winter night,
the blindfold came off
Slippery ice and slush,
skating farther
Red tulip cheeks and faucet eyes
It was invigorating
It wouldn't have been so bitter if you had stayed in the kiln
Did the chugging remind you of the very first day?
Mangled up and bruised
If only you stayed down
They could have been saved
Unshatter the glass and dull the blade
Surrendered,
Scratches and bruises wouldn't have turned into non-closing wounds and eternal scars
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Photograph by Me
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Mélange
PoetryCollection of literature by one author. - All written by me - Update whenever I can. Warning: This might be an endless journey.
