The Trios

Lofty crafts of sensational creations,
Oily traits dripping affections
Vulnerable hearts somersaulting
Evisaging allusive hyperbole.

Damped dance, complex steps
Elating destruction with a breath
Acreage littered with confetti of gloom
Tainted trails, dainty doom
Hood hoisted, deep-six in hell.

Track embroidered with bramble brier
Innuendos of choices chunk at men
Mid-way mediator of the turbulent twain
End of love, beginning of death.
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Published by Zuxiān

A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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