Crux

8289038209_e2343a19fe_zMy bones are beautiful where they rest

In the crux of your loving disposition

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There is wonder in romance,

In the capacity of a soul

That had seemed too savage

For reprieve

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Poetry is composed

As a human heart

Wild but reticent

I divide continents

And constituents

Into chambers for both

Conquest and exaltation

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There’s nothing as decadent as introspection

The dimensions I’ve seen overtake the stars

In both eradicative and incendiary capacity

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This is a hint for the prompt