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evasive eyes; stealthy smile

body: a tarnished canvas of aged ink.

the culprit of my disfigured future.

abandon all uncertainties

and arouse my defiled mind.

sift through sterile lies

to find forgotten truths.

lips smile while eyes cry.

ashamed yet addicted

while basking in the calamity of you.

Reviews

[bob, small b. aka invs]

the last line is a poem in itself. doesn't sound like a terribly healthy relationship, but it makes a good poem.