Set asunder from bliss to deuces,
Senorita could stop the carnage in the trenches
Sidelined because she is dishonest,
Indigenous from an exoplanet,
Love hearts grotesque like a red fiend
Chose the spades over the Poseidon's trident,
Rocked hard by steering away from the waves.
Am isolated,
Falling icicles,
God stop the quakes
It is my cave!
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