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Monochromatic Monologue
She utters faint sounds,
I swear they're syllables,
But they sure aren't words.
Hidden behind veils,
Of succulent red flesh,
And rigid white bone.
Her "words" shatter glass,
But will never compensate,
For their lack of worth.
I swear they're syllables,
But they sure aren't words.
Hidden behind veils,
Of succulent red flesh,
And rigid white bone.
Her "words" shatter glass,
But will never compensate,
For their lack of worth.
Published 1st Feb 2016
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