Fickle irony traces a
tremulous finger down her spine
Gripping, clutching at her
long, luscious hair.
Desperate desolation
fumbles at her cumbersome clothing
Tearing, shredding with
terrible trepidation.
Cognitive confusion
embraces her soul
Infuriating the mind and
aggravating her heart.
Lonesome longing throbs
with anticipation
Caressing the skin and
scratching at her scars.
Agitation seizes the
imagination
Immersing the senses and
crippling her emotions
Yet she feels eternally
condemned
To a lifetime of devotions.
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