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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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