The Reap
Timorous faces
Against glass lips
Joined with firm embraces
And the swinging of hips
Earth-shattering presents
All tied up in laces
But sought after segments
Involving the lack of empty spaces
The heavy breathing
The forbidding to release
The relentless sting
The hoping to remain in one piece
Corpses shaking
Against bare coats
With her spirit aching
And tocsins trapped in throats
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TheLyricBard
I have been writing passionately since I was about ten years old. When I was younger, I used to spend my days after school writing cheesy action/romance novels. Nowadays, I spend my time writing poetry, horror screenplays, and dystopian novels. I love using imagery, symbols, and hidden meanings! Random facts: I enjoy eating ice cream, cuddling, and watching city lights at night.
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