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Your Beauty Is My Suicide.

Your beauty makes my flowers die:
Water with you I share.
Your beauty is my suicide.
I'd choose it if you'd dare.

We're caught up in our dumbing down
And love has blue gone red.
Never will my passion frown
As long as we're in bed.

Frail my patience, love, and all.
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Tyease Collins 29 November 2008

First off....i love love LOVE the title. Second....this poem is really nice.10/10 wow...you're a really good poet ^_^ Tyease

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Chris Newlash 20 July 2008

One of your best!

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