Snared by the weight of the dripping heart,
breaths hallowed in the corpse
The bites in womb,
thrashes on the face
Stains
ancient as dusts collects
Color is drained skin
A cold settling wind knocks rosy cheeks against jaw bones
extravagant gowns droop into rags
They dance, they dance
as if death played a tune
paper torn
crumpled
The painter
reaches for a brush to paint love again
breaths hallowed in the corpse
The bites in womb,
thrashes on the face
Stains
ancient as dusts collects
Color is drained skin
A cold settling wind knocks rosy cheeks against jaw bones
extravagant gowns droop into rags
They dance, they dance
as if death played a tune
paper torn
crumpled
The painter
reaches for a brush to paint love again
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