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Some idealists call the dip of our top lip "Cupid's Arrow".
Nothing romantic about syllables strung with bowed lips drawn,
Words - sharpened tip, dipped in venom.
As if phosphorus were a hidden catalyst. Tinnitus.
Your words igniting, hearing engulfed in flames.
This behavior destroying, burning us.
Nothing romantic about syllables strung with bowed lips drawn,
Words - sharpened tip, dipped in venom.
As if phosphorus were a hidden catalyst. Tinnitus.
Your words igniting, hearing engulfed in flames.
This behavior destroying, burning us.
Published 24th Jun 2016
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I truly love the simplicity of this
but the plus more ..here.. is the
inescapable depth you've placed
the reader.. .which is on either
side of this wall..all shall feel
the (still flames) therein.
Can't wait to read more of your
inner wards.
-Howlings
but the plus more ..here.. is the
inescapable depth you've placed
the reader.. .which is on either
side of this wall..all shall feel
the (still flames) therein.
Can't wait to read more of your
inner wards.
-Howlings
29th Jun 2016 00:22am
The language in this poem is beautiful and a little unexpected. Thanks for sharing and welcome to DUP.
18th Mar 2017 5:27pm
