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amour scintillant

The knife held in trembling hands. Gasped breaths intermingling in the cold, dreary night. Hushed whispers, choked off words. Thousands of what if's disappearing like smoke in the polluted sky. Soft flesh held in calloused hands. The soul staring out through its window— or maybe the bars of its cell, Wondering in amazement at the brine red pools. Wish you'd have kissed as softly as the knife hurt you. Glided your dirty hands on unblemished skin as the glinting blade did on yours.

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Date: 2/6/2025 12:45:00 AM
Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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