Death and beauty beyond

by Quinn Specht   Mar 10, 2006


The sadistic smell
of love,
lingering.
Tears a memory of the past.
They kiss the lips to turn
them pale.
The sound of pain ringing
in my ears.
The look of your body shaking in the
winter
cold.
Your eyes tell a different story.

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