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Tortured

by  joanie

Posted: Saturday, July 9, 2005
Word Count: 46




Soft blossoms
pierce my heart
until it bleeds.

Tender shoots
relentless
thrust through my mind.

Gentle words
scream nonsense.
My head explodes.

Light kisses
scourge my flesh
and lay it bare.

Affection
translates to
irritation.

I loved you.
Too late, you
choose to want me now.