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Poetry By: zer0

A free verse poem loosely in the surrealist genre.

Submitted:Sep 15, 2009    Reads: 94    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   

What wretched word to grace deceitful lips?
As one besieged to easy hearts prevail,
like soldier's waves come crashing down;
A tsunami of lead and pain opposed(entwined).
Betrayal seethes and then holds dear
the close of time: beat of hearts held still.
Naught hands washed clean of crimson red;
Defy me dear, as one I hold so near:
Rape me with a gun's steel basinet
on fields of war and hate that must ensue
the utterance of a single word in verse:


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