POEM.

Through the skin

One could see every shade of bone

Washed up in pulsating splashes

Of purple

And what is the meaning

Of watching her asleep

Where do you go

With a simple notion of gently embracing

The whole body

With one long stare

And then leaving

In complete love denial

Of the final solution

Before carefully planned

Quick suicide.

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