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Thursday, 19 January 2017

[Poem] Sharp Looks, Cheap Soul

Pelt me, yes pelt me 
With more sad songs of love 
And losses, 
Like the rain, coldly relentless. 

The cool blade 
Of the knife 
Grazes my naked lips, 
Feeling strangely like yours. 

Your strength touches me, 
Electrifies me, more 
Than any lingering touch, 
Igniting me like a torch. 

Leaves me trembling for more, 
But that was all before; 
How could your looks be so sharp, 
But your soul be so cheap?

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