Sunday, 27 March 2016

Love is but sweet poison
A deadly worm
With mountains of feces
To stain white cotton shirts
Lover’s hand clasped around pincer 
While sheep innocently gaze
At falsified hints of public affection
Tires melt on tar
To resemble my pain 
And the affection I longing crave 
For you to share
No need for paper and coin
But rather the magpie’s song
A far better price 
For dragon’s kiss 

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