Her

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Phoenix Poetry

Submitted: February 03, 2017

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Her emerald beauty blushes

With stains of dawn

Her hooked swan pushes;

Truly, I am born!

 

We dance as puppets

Our strings locked by the heart

What a wicked show we live;

But, this is art!

 

With the weight of transparency

Channels thicken for the red dove

I have a family;

How hypothetical is this love!

 

As I have not held my child

Or death..


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