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Victoria Dianne
I dreamt of her last night,
It was so real I could taste the salt on her lips,
and the vengeance on her tongue
So sweet and so violent.
I believed she loved me
but only for a moment,
She was so tender
seemingly veracious.
Till I lifted her black veil
and saw the lies behind
her sparkling amber eyes.
That almost gets me every time.
Copyright ©
Adele Bouthillier
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