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Describing Sweet Nothings
True to it
She was a form.
Subtle, gentle, and merely
A smooth, teasing
Motion.
She was beautiful,
For I see her
Eyes smilling in crescents
Or her nails were more deeper than
Her skin.
Juxtaposition to her tone
Her words clothed
In Red, pink, purple—a rainbow,
Colouring my thoughts
With its slow poison.