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fragile are the soft moist lips of your lover

but;
even more fragile,

are the words that fall from them
the ground beneath a liar's feet,

is always littered with ****
don't lament her death,

she knew that darkness lied ahead
your blood is on your hands,

even though i wield the knife
if i am part of the storm,

there will be no calm
our earth it exhales
breath from the sea that lingers about

odorless and ominous
it devours mountains
villages and cities

the denizens endure
a chill,
a chill
rudely spat upon them

they shrink into their coats... ..

blue skin
now matches blue eyes

until the cloud fall sighs
and heaves itself away
a slow suspicious fade

to later creep into the lowest of valleys

shadows of tranquil waters
arrive once again
when the day's back has turned
amber sky so
littered with wings

i find muse
as
beauty avenges the abyss of despair
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