Wiser Colder
That shade of blue
Envelopes you
Triggers you have
Red green hues
Salted words
Sugary thoughts
Peppered and marred
Emotionally scarred
Put on hold
The family charred
He pushed boundaries
A young girl she is
As old as the hills
He bedded she
The truth was revealed
With wide eyed intentions
The young man hid well
The young girl’s discretions
Unfortunate for all
The lie then appeared
A red rose presented
What does this all mean
The sniggers the whispers
The voices and slippers
As glass is fragile
So is the mistress
Ghost words of the imaginings 
master of her fate perhaps
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It would seem to her this is so
But then who am I to say so?
How are you? Is the air chilly yet?
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naw near one hundred fahrenheit!
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