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Crestfallen.

Crestfallen.

Curse of the poet. 
I'm a creature of habit.
I repent and I sin. 
But never shall I admit. 
You were my emerald,
Diamond and silver.
And I, your ruby stone,
Smoke and mirror. 
My mouth filled,
With your aftertaste.
Let faith bloom inside me.
I'm just a toxic waste.
A tired body carrying 
The heart of a sinner. 
With a saint's blood.
Never was I an abstainer. 
-U.J 

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Tony Taylor

Hi U.J.!!......your way with words is VERY recognizable......and of course that's a very good thing........beautifully expressed romantic tragedy (of sorts)......I Love these lines ~

          ~ "Let faith bloom inside me
              I'm just a toxic waste.
             A tired body carrying
             The heart of a sinner..."

ALL STARS!!...Well done dear pet sister!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo 👍👍✴❤✴😊

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Dean Kuch

Lovely poem, as always, UJ.

My mouth filled,
With your aftertaste.

Did it taste anything like blood, perhaps? Kinda coppery, with an iron ambiance?
Heh-heh-heh...
~Dean Kuch  ;)

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