poem 2/30; the acrostic: elementary contradictory.
He whispered the "perfect" words, and with his hands Used the right touch Read her mind with his body and became her one. Now, Tattered dignity and memories remain in the wake of his fabricated love.
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wow. ill as ish! lol! wow...I need to step my game up now. I need to write. It's been a while.
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