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Feb 2015
She bleeds silently
Into a bath of melancholy tears.
Exoneration is but a mere hope,
As she floats to the darkest depths
Of her own affliction.
She wilts as the smooth surface
Of her satin skin is punctured
By the briars of her thoughts.
Why? How?
It was only a kiss.
A brief, but fatal kiss.
Aoibhinn Sweeney
Written by
Aoibhinn Sweeney  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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