statuesque,
a goddess pointed at the dawn,
stars of morning
glisten beneth the touch
of the moon,
no suffering finds me here,
candles that light the way,
Love unbinds itself
from supple wrists,
the mind unburdens itself of your kiss,
alone where breathing
comes unnaturly easy,
fighting itself
porceline,
cold,
n the easy alters
of self worship
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