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a dark velvet

Her lips open a spread of red carpet.
Innocence so meek and full
But it empties away
Now is broken.
A new stick of red you press to your lips
a dark velvet
How can something new be so used and dull?
It intoxicates you.
How can it be so perfect?
Cant seem to let go
Lungs exhale hushes to her cries.





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blackamethyst said...
Nov. 15, 2009 at 4:46 pm
I love this poem. So powerful
 
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