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you always gave me roses
that dripped from pages in
watercolor sin
and fell onto the poems
i slipped into your hand.

together we'd lie
as each petal and word would slowly wilt,
with shut eyes and frozen lips,
all enveloped in lilac smoke
from our stained and burnt out
hearts.
The original title was: my psychiatrist said i shouldn't write poems about you anymore.
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RuntOfTheLitter Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014
NICELY written!!


"WE talk to OUR shrinks - THEY talk to THEIR shrinks - No wonder we're up the wall"

(Song: Inmates/We're All Crazy - By: Alice Cooper)


Speaking of 'shrinks' (SMILES) ....

(A little 'ditty' of mine in my 'feeble' gallery here at D.Art)


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My BEST to you and yours,

ROTL/RuntOfTheLitter
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Whyles Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you. :)
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hypnicjerks Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2014   Writer
very eloquent with great imagery.
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Whyles Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you.
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hypnicjerks Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014   Writer
you are very welcome.
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EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
beautiful.
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Whyles Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you. 
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EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
you're welcome.
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