She'll leave a thousand shards
caught by surprise
no hurt more sharply cut
pretence with all his tricks
hides behind her corner
as an afterthought,
a glance passed over
sad sighs live alone
why is there belief in beauty
she swore time and time again
never to play the fool
still laughing
feels herself sinking
sinking into the tomb
her marbled mouth
seeks solace between
crisp linen bed sheets
clinical
hears his castanet heat
come up smeary
loose itself
in her illusion of love
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