Plumage in eyes that seek food.
Stalked and altered. Thrown down; beauty's bite!
This starburst home where palms do see; sooo envelopes thee.
To lose your soul in these violent delights produces you as ashes true.
Face those faces again? Skin unveils armor which no thing can pierce again.
No beauty; no eye; no touch; no torch; no soul; and above all…no love.
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