Shhh

By TheGameCat

Wed, 07 Jan 2015
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Sharp is the breath before a sigh
Sharper is the tongue that tells a lie
 
She is the reason I survive
Shear is the mountain that I climb 
 
Shrift is the treason that will thrive
Shifter's shapes still magnify
 
Short is the pleasure of a prize
Shorter is the measure of a life
 
Shut is the mind that cannot fly, and
Shutters blind my inner eye 
 
Sweet is the relief between my thighs, but
Sweeter the  belief that I'm alive
 
 
 
 
Certificate U
Poem
Poetry by The GameCat
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