it was the first day and the last
the beginning of a thing beautiful and its end
love blossoming and trust died
stripped of its dire clothes,
with it the hope in mortals and mortality
i took one look in your eyes
saw the wild daze of need
i dared not turn away,
the metal between your fingers
the low growl of a warning
i took off my clothes
the same clothes i had worn
to look beautiful for you
now they stink with
a sadness and hate.
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