Scratches and burns,
and shoves and pushes,
Ires and scorns,
and venom and smoke.
Tears will run dry,
and pleas will go rancid.
When silent sobs
ricochet on walls placid.
Colors alter and hues change,
they glide and creep,
and melt and smother.
Strangers one night,
and lovers the other.
Scratches and burns,
and shoves and pushes.
The mind's a fool,
the heart's on crutches.
Ires and scorns,
and venom and smoke.
Run, now, while you can,
Or else, love shall leave you broke...
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