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Angel kisses and devil’s breath,

Birds flying backwards,

And the wind

Moves up and down.

High palm trees

Made of green paint

And brown swirls

They cheer

With the thought

That their leaves

Will never fall.

Flopping poppies

Their bright red colour

Now a dull pink

Sway

In a dance of love

And they sing

Of something

That can never be.

She watches

Eyes like sour milk

Tears flowing free

Fire rises like teeth

And bites down

Her screams

Are like that

Of a siren.

He slices

Skin and muscle spread

Blood sprays out

Staining his fancy clothes

But he laughs,

And laughs,

And laughs

All while his blood

Runs away from him.

The moon cries

Poisonous tears

That spill into the ocean

And sink all the way

To the bottom.

The ocean moans

Dying

And whispers,

“Moon, how could you?”

The sun rises

A bright orb of hope

And mourns

For the death of the ocean

He curses the moon

Vowing

A bitter hate.

Love and Hate

Once lovers

But now enemies

After told

That two different emotions

Can’t be together

At the same time.