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His heart was a massacre in my hands,
The mess of red oozing and dripping from
The cracks between my idle fingers.
He peaks at me with haphazard eyes, secret admirer,
Plotting the moment when flowers he'd beset upon
The grave that lies above me.
I don't love him but I'm the fool who intercepts the
Arrow that breezes between us from Cupid's bow.
In the freezing temperature of lust,
I let the violet death whisper past me.
I watch with envy as the aura goes amethyst.
I am filled with primrose cowardice,
But beauty hides deep within.
When 28 days come and 28 days pass,
I'll be a shadow walking the walls of passion.
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