Immersing in the merciless, bleached skin
To what is considered fictitious and only fantasy.
Distortion of vision with depictions,
Behind walls, gleaning such pleasure
Thinking else brings me but anguish.
I reminisce on what used to be
Her.
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Author:
e.a (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 24th, 2026 21:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Betrayal doesn't always touch skin
- Category: Love
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