[a poem that tells a lie]
I watched your lips
trace the motion
of forever, mouth
the notion of love–
and I ought to carve
a scarlet heart of skin
from your temple
and wear it
like a yellow star.
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[a poem that tells a lie]
I watched your lips
trace the motion
of forever, mouth
the notion of love–
and I ought to carve
a scarlet heart of skin
from your temple
and wear it
like a yellow star.
