though such beauty should be
treasured,
you are not a trophy,
not some kind of ornament
to be adorned with.
you are a figure
with love and truth
embedded in the still dust
of her craters.
yr glowing image
stays present throughout the night -
pure and simple and dangerous.
i see now,
yr on fire.
treasured,
you are not a trophy,
not some kind of ornament
to be adorned with.
you are a figure
with love and truth
embedded in the still dust
of her craters.
yr glowing image
stays present throughout the night -
pure and simple and dangerous.
i see now,
yr on fire.
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