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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