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Styles Jun 2014
Lost in your arms, but you can't feel me.
Looking in your eyes, but you can't see me.
Broke and still buy your lies; don't put the blaming me.
Touching my soul; paying the fee, you don't even know its me.
Wrong or right; the longer I write. The sleepless night notices me.
Broken my heart; one-millions pieces; and each they all hate me.
Dhaye Margaux May 2014
Like a moth
blinded by such froth
wished to touch the flame.
Wrapped with swath
Burnt wings dropped the cloth
Time to take the blame...
A response poem to "Jack and Jill" of Ae.
I fell for you
like a moth to the light.
Moths die.
Liz Apr 2014
Salty mess is laminated 
in hard rime
whilst the moth ribbons
like a broken lasso 
over the bathroom tiles.

In your letters 
the handwriting conveys 
your shaking vulnerability
in the fog.

The rime and 
The grapefruit soap 
and lye solder your calico dress in blisters
With cascading Tempera over your chest

Along the globe 
of your eye, camel eyelashes
powdered skinny 
with make up shower with sadness then close in drug dry desperation.

Your legs 
are dolphins enthroned 
in scarlet 
with grazes and gazes grace them with concern.

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