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Curling Smoke

Curling Smoke

Curling smoke, a metallic scented gun,
Still, taste essence on tingling tongue.
Sanguine blood, like her lips, ooze,
Reeking of pungent sex and cheap booze.

Prone she lay like a cadaver on steel,
Guilt threatens to reject my last meal.
Bloodstained sheets our once passion bed,
Echoes where we once placed our head.

Even gone, her lovely body enticed,
My obsession for her was just too high priced.
Sirens are screeching, rapidly closing in,
Reaching out to tenderly stroke gelid skin.

Closing vacant baby blue eyes,
In death, her beauty spews no more lies.
Deeply kissing rigor lips once more.
Resignedly, turning my attention to the door.
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Michael Roy

Wow I like this a lot, PD! It's dark and gritty, but it has honesty and passion. Voting 5 stars

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Simon Bromley

This is sheer brilliance Lisa and i was in that moment.Β  For that to happen means the writers nailed it!Β  It appears as if the site is going through a strange phase at the moment, once again i think the comment button is stuck on most peoples computers!
terrible I'd day! Deserves more..

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Mitsali Fatima

Oh my god! This has got to be one of your top poems!

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Silent Dreamer

A thrilling write with magnificent imagery, wow Lisa!πŸ‘πŸ½πŸ‘πŸ½πŸ‘πŸ½

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Ian William

Enthralling and sharp to the core! Splendid!

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A Lonely Journey

Poe D,Β 
You are a wonderful writer. Fantastic imagery, and content. I really enjoy your writing, it's quite beautiful.Β 
Matthew.Β 

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