Lovers

The way she sat there,
wrist poised,
pen in hand,
ready to carve his name
onto the page
with such ferocity,
you knew they were once
lovers.

And the way she sat there,
wrist poised,
razor in hand,
ready to carve his name
into her skin
with such tenderness,
you knew they were once
lovers.

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