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Veiled
Were those soft veiled thoughts you purred
those of promises or threats
truth told I knew I didn’t care.
I heed your eyes as each word
melts like smoke from cigarettes
into your dark clouded snare
that shrouds desire and intent.
I glad fell into your trap
and am, but your finger snap
away from love’s true torment.
Copyright ©
Terry Miller
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