At
dawn
It
was all smiles
and
kisses
and
touches
Then
It
was all moans
and
moans
and
moans
But
Now,
the
dagger in the smiles
the
fireTongues in the moans
birthed
a river
of
blood
of
tears
of
screams
My
heart lies
NAKED
waiting
and waiting
for
stiches…
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