Entry for Pick-A-Title, Vol 49 Poetry Contest: Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Once found upon my lover's lips; when softly pressed against my own all else I knew it did eclipse, and all away was sorrow thrown; until the next morn's dreaded dawn did wash away with virgin light. Then, once again, my mind was torn and thrown into its daily fight. I long outstayed the lover's kiss; its hypnotic opiate haze, seductive, comforting abyss; now, all the reds and blues are grays.
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