Betrayal had a way with tricky turns,
Always territorial over our stickiest concerns
Dropping every ounce of curse all at once,
Until any promise of trust was ferociously renounced.
Ounce of Curse.
Betrayal had a way with tricky turns,
Always territorial over our stickiest concerns
Dropping every ounce of curse all at once,
Until any promise of trust was ferociously renounced.
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I enjoyed the poem and art. The B&W shot adds a new inside into the color portrait. Well done.
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