She wakes with an appetite
from an aggressive night
of unlimited hunger
looks many years younger
starts the first day
pointing the way
reveals her plans to plunder
with lightning and thunder.
A magnet draws her near
to mirrors that never smear
which mask is her best cover
to hide behind each lover
predator and actor in disguise
imitating compassionate eyes
earning the title of a narcissist
and definitely not a romanticist.
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