Destruction (Poetry)

 

Lay the soft pink of your

Destruction across my lips,

Poison me ‘til I’m not whole

It’s the quickest path to death;

Escort me down that corridor

To the far side of a kiss

To bliss beyond the noise

Take away my virgin breathes,

Sweetly kill this saintly soul.

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