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Shadows fall like whispers from a lovers bitten mouth.
Blow by blow endearments, purple kisses,
Lead to falling in the hallway.

Hard floor envelopes limbs that wilt before the onslaught
Of loving possession, passion burns.
Stumble to the bedroom. Lock the door.

The bitter scent of coffee brewing breaches the Comatose State,
Border lines drawn by fists last night.
The sun is sweet on bloodshot eyes.

All the broken arms in the world couldn’t keep me from you.
©2006-2009 ~Sychaeus
:iconsychaeus:

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I wasn't sure what category to put this in.
Started witht he last line, and the first line.
It doesn't flow properly- then again, maybe it shouldn't.

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:iconkalkr8z:
I am speechless... yet feel the need to comment somehow. I don't know if this was an observation on your part or a personal experience but I can relate to this message, unfortunately.

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Kali
:iconsychaeus:
I know what you mean about the need to comment- sort of similar to the need to write it, i guess.
*shrugs*
It should have been longer, but i couldn't find enough... words . Ha.
I am sorry you can relate to it, and, thanks for the comment.

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