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by K-OZ
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Arts · #1110472
To lose a love that was to good to be true.
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My collage is peach sented phrases

Kissing melodies on mystic winds.
The vibrant fragrance whips lashes,
Enslaved pink souls brused in sin.

If sound turns to color
The screams I stroke bloody red.
For black is the light
Pitch blind is the lines
Stolen by mice.

My peach sented collage is dead.

Stolen by mice
Pitch blind is the lines
For black is the light.
The screams I stroke bloody red,
If sounds turn to color?

Enslaved pink souls brused in sin,
The vibrant fragrance whips lashes
Kissing melodies on mystic winds.

My collage is peach sented phrases...



K-OZ



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