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Love
She sat in silence, object of senseless shame a silhouette of beauty, sketched by shadow of flame Eyes of mirrored glass, dancing to the glowing fire seduced by the embers’ flight, pirouettes of crackling desire Back arched to attention, spine tingling, skin of fairest silk her arms motionless, hands teething, clutching naked self With feet crossed, her toes curled, biting a hardwood life a sullen portrait, a pictureless mantle, of barren strife Moonless midnight hair pouring over pastel shoulders like a timeless ebony wine Her virgin breasts blanketed haunted by the chilling howls of a rusted broken chime The walls crept closer, the ceiling inched ever so high seconds became minutes, hours a deafening sigh She sat breathless, lost, sobbing on gravity’s chest her heart broken, crushed, hopelessly bereft Tears strewn by wrinkled lies never meant to be blind at birth, forgotten, by a world that could see
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