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Dec 2014
You were a conglomerate of contradictions
cascaded, divided, wedged in a vapid waste
weighing energy down into a selfish shape,

A structured vessel for polluted ground
a velvet tongue, a needle-waved whistle
that was biting a touch of frost amongst us

In an autumnal haze, a scavenger in taste
shuffles through souls likes cigarettes in his box
to light one up to the new, winter-weighted age,
chewed and swallowed over with an almond-like, bitter taste

The way the shadows were bended,
leaning over our landscape, like a twilight blanket
revealed all of your creatures in the dark
that twist us and terrify us on sleepless nights

When we can not make love to mirrors
Written by
Culpoetry  Britain
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