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She painted her
lips midnight black-
is that a call to love
or a call to arms?
Mitch Prax May 25
Solitude is calling to me again.
She calls to me on
those dire nights and I
always answer her siren song.
She knows when I am
drained, detached or drowning
and will lift me from the
depths in my
time of need.
Mitch Prax May 25
You never know which
'goodbye' or 'I love you' will
be the last you hear

8:46 PM
25/5/25
Mitch Prax May 24
Does heartbreak
keep track of time?
Years have passed and yet
the cracks will not subside.
Time has a way of morphing
heartbreak and grief
into a loneliness-
a shadow that
follows me around.
At least now I know
that the answer
is yes.
Mitch Prax May 20
The world does not
revolve around you
and never will.
The sooner you accept
your place in it,
the better off
you will be.
Mitch Prax May 19
Hope
has a way
of burning a
hole in your
heart.
Mitch Prax May 14
Even if my lips grow parched
I will still refuse to yield
to your rose red lips.
I will refuse their nectar,
your petals and your
siren scent.
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