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Hedonist
Hedonic lips beckon
me to spill henna
blossoms from my mouth
as he kisses away
the pain associated
with my rainy days.
He was humming canticles
that only I could
recognise
whilst infusing
his fragrance
upon others.
It tore us apart.
me to spill henna
blossoms from my mouth
as he kisses away
the pain associated
with my rainy days.
He was humming canticles
that only I could
recognise
whilst infusing
his fragrance
upon others.
It tore us apart.
Published 2nd Mar 2015
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2nd Mar 2015 1:44am
2nd Mar 2015 5:04am
2nd Mar 2015 4:00pm
This is elegant and evocative, Shadow. It's ironic that he'd be humming canticles then turning destructive. Fine job.
