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Black Lace

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Twirling whirling curling,
Lines of delicate black curves
Entwine and carve pictures on a palette of flesh.
And a dagger carves into the mess; the canvas
Fraying edges while raindrops scatter
Tattered, torn, tangled
Strings suspended before the eyes
Piercing like a hawk
Behind a silent weep
The tempest of devastation
All hidden by your lovely black silhouette





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