The Truth Of Man

July 28, 2010
A burning beauty broken upon the stairs
Wallowing in self-pity and her selfish wares
The silk serenity torn by the wretched noon-day sun
She fell to his feet and begged for redemption
Frozen steal to the core
He left her abandoned like a redlight w****
But call upon her he did, the very next night
With nothing to give but murmurs of contrite
And when she was safe in his arms once again
Only then did he leave her, yes, he left her only then

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