1.
Love is the exquisite pain
The poetry of sultry rain
storms' hot-blooded breathing,
In unison, two lover's heaving,
Fogging the window panes...
2.
A hollow winter's home,
Down hallways dim
Walls of cold grey that bemoans
The emptiness felt within
Deathly hues of blackest souls
A museum of the painter's woe
Winter's home seen now as hollow...
Where only shadows go to wallow.
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To my list! 11! Perfectly wreitten!