The purest of hesitation
the uniquely wisp of a subtle pain
defines all so close,so near
and without cause,a surgery of
infantile reptiles
eluding the evil,diluting the faces
littered by tears,for years of dying
waste time,no more chance,at last
the cured dance all round, looking
into realms of family trees
making the stains that drip beneath your own intuition and corroded desires.
©munch77
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