It's the same sound
Same sting
The same collapse
Of everything.
~*~
your artless
compliments
feel like
fire inside
my throat,
two pens
don't share
the same ink,
and your nib
dug at truth.
your guileless
compliments
feel like ice
within my
migraine
that spoke,
two minds
can't think
anything of
the things
they wrote.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
