Picasso's PurgeA Poem by Fran Mariecontest writeInto her life darkness had crept whose eyes shed tears, while soul has wept dagger's prolonged cut, stabbed too deep with jagged edge fate left to reap Come, step inside agony's dreams no salvation 'pon angel's wings taste bitter grief I purge in stain twisted torment.. painted in pain Corrosive drops drip from black eyes must cleanse this curse with vibrant vibes bird of death has whispered its threat in ears that hear its fury met flower's flair lend no gay laughter 'tis but thorn's wreath of disaster strife continues to line her face a damp dark tomb; her resting place
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