Withdrawn The Clause Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

We couldn't agree for more,
Words making each other ill
Turns out there was no actual poison,
Withdrawn any clause,
Scribe in periods and made clearly from sweat
All they have is skin,
There is no cover,
Growl about being bare
But there it is,
Life could be the death of them
He doesn't mind what she does with her head,
But the silence, the red tape,
With agendas emerging that dismantles the root cause
Due to this, they remain very sick