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Author: Soulshifter
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry - Published: 06-28-06 - Updated: 06-28-06 - id:2201648
Here's to our present,
A toast for the love.
It might be real but
One must be careful,
Beware the Flim-flam man.

A recurring memory flitters.
A generally noble action,
I removed her glasses,
The ones she forgot to remove
Before passing out.

I pick her a white bouquet,
But a wrong move, too intense,
A surprise to find they're bloodred.
I washed my hands of the blood,
So much for metaphors.

It never ends and hell,
I can't say I mind.
There's excitement always.
I wonder when I'll see her next,
May she forget to remove her glasses.



© Copyright 2006 Soulshifter (FictionPress ID:402743).


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