Incision

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When was it, the last time
someone wore your skin
And put petals around your
curled fingertips,
Gulping the desires in you
that you wished to be tamed?
Exhausted and elated,

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you wait for the sun
that would soon whisper
to you, a hope of
a newfangled love season.
Oh, Do you see,
A scene alike
A sweet set up of
your murder mystery?

 


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