Lust

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early in the morning
when the sun cracks open the dark sky
i feel soft, rose lips
delicate to the touch
luring me in to enchant the heart
only for one word
a searing and painful word
to slice through our love
the same word
which took me
through the inner nooks
of your heart
drew us away
and left me lying there
a blood stained sheet
empty, meaningless tears
puffing out the smoke of a cigarette
laughing as i know
the sound of your torture
will never get me closer to
a shred of happiness

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