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Tor – ture

Milling it over

rolling over your tongue

Passing your lips

stinging at its release


Just a set of sounds

strung together.

Separately mere noise

just two lonely syllables.


But inside a courtship

dancing with one another

separate no longer

they take their vows.


Realisation hits

clasping your hand

to cover that escape

a futile attempt


For it cannot be unspoken

they are together now,

and cannot be torn apart

Their marriage. Your truth.



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