i fear i'd lost my most treasured one once i believed you
infectious smiles, how you curse?
this heart of mine won't have any strength to swallow expletives
comforting rub in the back, how you stab?
of all the sweet caresses, i fear you might slay
roses are sweet, but comes with menace:
it attracts the eyes until it bleeds the hands.
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ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __