This Fiend
How sweet,
so pretty,
to disappear
into smoke.
I am a magician,
with a flourish
and a white dove.
I lie down
in my bed of
green,
this magic trick,
and I share with you
my deceit.
So welcomed, so sweet,
this fiend.
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2009
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