Dana.
Eyes, fires upon this skin
Shed
To blossom into
Tender lips
Encasing hardened pride
Renderered
To harmless vitatlity in
That
Fallacious
Glare.
A jest, or two, or three
Bubble from the core
Of an undeniably
Stricken
Entity of masculine power
Halted
By the fickle sentiment
On her sleeve
Of tattered Bliss.
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