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Some have dark thoughts
Mine are red,
I see how your pearly teeth sink into your bottom lip,
The taste of a sweet crimson cocktail you sip.
Where we dance in the shroud of heavy breaths
Hands intertwined, and
Soul tied,
Eyes are closed,
Where reality hides
And fantasies arise.
Where your thoughts subside
Where my thoughts overtake,
I see red!
Red!
Red!
Pour me another drink...
About the Creator
Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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