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Disappearing in flesh She runs in the veins Playing with blood For sexual gains Eyes like ice A heart like a furnace Erupting cool venom Seducing in earnest Through the heat of primal pleasure Mankind’s dim rutting She walks on glass Stilettos Scowling, always strutting Lost is the word that comes to mind When such beauty is commonly buried Though never would she consider The banality of getting married She does as she pleases And takes in all the strays Though she rids them when she tires Of their brawny, brainless plays All the while, with a gasp and a moan Her mind drifts far into the blue Fumbling for a feeling That will mend her heart anew Clasping onto the faceless flesh She imagines life so pure That lust is love, evil forgotten Happiness is all too sure The rush comes quickly And the blue turns black While her heart turns to rock Paving cement over the cracks She’s here, one and all, read high and close Flying in the words like a dove Saddest be the artist Who cannot understand love.