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Feb 2015
It was yours to hold, yours to keep
Blood stained floral dress
Death reaquaints this love.

Life but only a flash of lightening,
Love now a murky hue.
It was yours to hold,  yours to keep.

Holding jaggered shards within your hands.
Torture sweet;  a pain I longed for.
Death reaquaints this love.

Reeds now brushing along my *****
Muddy waters swaying this lifeless body
It was yours to hold, yours to keep.

Longing for your empty caress.
Now a dull red,  dances over porcelain skin
Death reaquaints this love.

Pale eyes stare back upon your face.
My heart you stole; serrated silver helped.
It was yours to hold, yours to keep
Death reaquaints this love.
A ****** mess is love...
Jody-Anne Cauchi
Written by
Jody-Anne Cauchi  Woodend Victoria
(Woodend Victoria)   
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