Words weave patterns through
the contours of your perfect pout
Through such graceful, deliberate swoons
Words caress the skin of those who can't
Look away.
Tears streak pale skin so slowly
Almost purposely teasing, your lack of emotion
And not only teasing, but taking
From those who never seem to
Stay.
Kisses burn away through wind
Caressing the longing and forgotten
Dented hearts, broken knuckles
Why not just forget the case of the
Cliche?
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