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Pieces Of My Mind
Poem 9



The figure is completely dressed in black,
Complete with dark hair and shady eyes,
But still, she is shining like a wet tongue.

Like reading my mind, she licks her lips,
She lifts her eyebrows and looks at me,
I don't deserve it, but I've found my sin.

I'm burning up inside like a cigarette end,
Consuming myself like the drink I just had,
She whispers and my heart jumps to her hand.

Her leg touches mine and I'm dead,
She bends her neck, head against head,
Soft lips, the mildest voice, sweet scent-
A red drop clashes on the floor;
Confused, I know it's mine,
and it's the last thing I -