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Short Poetry


Sharp is the breath before a sigh
Sharper is the tongue that tells a lie

She is the reason I survive
Shear is the mountain that I climb

Shrift is the treason that will thrive
Shifter's shapes still magnify

Short is the pleasure of a prize
Shorter is the measure of a life

Shut is the mind that cannot fly, and
Shutters blind my inner eye

Sweet is the relief between my thighs
Sweeter is the belief that I'm alive

Short Poetry