between our touching lips
were little dirty secrets
locked in the folds of our hearts
yet written down in our blood
burnt underneath our wrists
for the world to see
how dead we are
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Denouement
Poetry'Nothing kills a man more than his own mind.' A series of short, dark poetry inspired by those who have no home and those with no heart. Highest Rating #162 13.3.2016 This amazing cover is made by cluttering! Go check them out!
D e a d
between our touching lips
were little dirty secrets
locked in the folds of our hearts
yet written down in our blood
burnt underneath our wrists
for the world to see
how dead we are
