Behind your smile
There is always more fire
Than mercy
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Your eyes are a sailor’s distress
A larvate sky poised with threat
Your heart is neither
Relic nor promissory
It is Venus in the vernacular
A sulfuric garden
That inculpates on entry
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We shall not pass from existence
Driven off course by the oscillations
Of a punitive moon
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You who are the genesis
Cannot be as easily denied
As an unfathomable creator
I exist through your violence
And it is by your hands
That I expect wholly to die
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