She can disarm you and make
you take off all your armor
while you're half awake,
whisper to you truths you soon forget,
melt you comingled with your long past,
make you dream of your present
and remember your future,
make you question the dimension of time,
and stutter and strain to philosophize,
until, an eternal second later,
you are pulled into the symmetrical
targets of her eyes,
where Cupid has aimed you all
your life, and you quickly
vanish
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