One Green Wordsmith
Poetry by Patrick Murphy
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Graveyard Kiss
The lasting graveyard taste
of broken love
All flavor tarnished
and expanded
by a breath of air
Filled quickly with anger
a vein erupts
Glass lust is shattered
traitors branded
flesh is a token
for the unaware
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