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duælity
the distance written right on her skin a mistaken
invitation, she desperately seeks a successful way to
be clandestine. sure as her shadow she swallows
down capsules in coats of chemicals, is cloaked in
the night in their wake. in a wilderness of stars &
substances, women warriors wear desire like
weaponry; she knows only passion that smolders
deep from within, burns untraceable, a lackluster
defense in the absence of light. blistering in that
bottomless gaze, blazing but beyond her grasp, a
formidable force lies dormant beneath the body's
ceaseless performance—the construct charismatic,
equal parts dazzling couture & blind persona, is
fabricated & flaunted with self-assurance in spite
of the self.
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