Purple prose, flowered language
intricate allusions to bittersweet tings
remind me of hidden truths.
Intuition guides me beyond,
into the realm of your dream.
You cringe, twist away,
afraid to reveal truths unspoken,
but I view them anyway
and return hard truth in turn.
Beauty left implied
in simple words
seem to reach you.
Or perhaps they fall,
lame,
before deaf ears,
refusing to hear
a poem in reverse.
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