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~nothing's Simple~

~nothing's Simple~

Poem By Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Plucking every petal back
until the breaking point,
Subtle inuendos fly
within I will anoint.

Pain then slides onto a floor
where whithered memories break,
Brush under any chosen rug
concealed for hidden sake.

Diffused rays work their way
within a darkened room,
Harboring all fears which play
inside a broken tomb.


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