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The heart of self destruction (Free verse) by Roisin

Your heart belongs to her, Described(by you)as your brown-eyed Sweetly naive french girl. You speak tenderly of her As we lie Flushed and moist; Guilt slowly covering our naked bodies Like a prudish blanket. How I am wronging this innocent stranger. I shall be The faceless assassin of her heart.

beakism 8-Sep-02/3:56 AM
line five, I think what you actually mean is 'as we lie'.
lie (lying; lay; lain) : to be or to stay at rest in a horizontal position; rest, recline...
lay (laid) : to put or set down.
speak is in the present tense, so apparently you and your friend are laying eggs while you speak tenderly.




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