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You kiss me.
A slight touch filled with a dose of heroin.
Drugged and addicting.
I'm supposed to feel loved.I don't.
You mark my body.
Its innocence robbed and washed away.
Skins of pearls now scales of rust.
I'm supposed to trust us.I don't.
You whisper stars.
Each woven in lustful threads and manipulative fabric.
Words dripping in myriad sins.
I'm supposed to believe you.I don't.
Some love we call it, huh.
When truly its just a devoid fantasy.Crafted by a man and a woman.
Bounded by hatred and pride.
A small price for that picture perfect life.
"I do."↞•↠
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PoetryWords are like water in the midst of a dessert that is our cruel world.