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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I had a love, but it flew like a bird out of the cage but never heard. I had a voice that spoke with tenderness, rendered softly, but now I digress. My charm was thick and melted like butter. Now it's forming artery clutter. I had ballooned lungs that clung to your air, but your absence left a pulmonary tear. My eyes, once wide, indulged your beauty, but they can't relay what a heart can see. I had a heart like a tender, ripe plum, but it's been chewed like shoe-stuck gum. Honey dripped from my playful mouth. Now it's tasted onion, hard to brush out. My belly would flutter with butterflies. Now they've come out like powdered lies. My ears were entranced with your melody. They pranced like deer... into a tree. I had pennies wasted on vain wishes. Now they're poisoning the fishes. My nose was enclosed with rose's scent, but it blew with the breeze, a memory spent. Secure were my arms in your sturdy care. Now they're free, yet lonely, bare. I had soft hands, interlocked with yours. Now they hold open their own doors. Silken were these legs you loved to caress. I keep them neatly under my dress. These eyebrows gave raise with praised arousal. Now they're abased, full of sorrow. I had a mile-wide smile like a child's for cake. Now, I faintly make one, but it's a fake. I had instincts, but I let them go like a rambling tongue for ego's show. I had a notion that this would end, but remained devoted like an owing friend. Deep were my regrets of yesterday's crime, but they've been bleached like toilet grime. I had cavernous wounds, dripping with blood, with prints that followed like galoshes of mud. I had a self, differently sorted, once vibrantly alive, now aborted.
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