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- Take it upon you to make the beauty coveted,
- Likened to perfection,
- And smoke slipping between the fingers golden,
- To tighten a grip on smoke is to tighten the clench on the man,
- The one without a name to you but one to all others,
- The others who look upon you with mirth and pity,
- Disguised as objectification ,
- And hide the laceration,
- Or outward communication,
- Stating the beautiful and shimmering,
- So need clarification,
- I wish for a smile to grace,
- That face, standing with no need for approval,
- From I or those unknown to your debauchery,
- That bioluminescence,
- Under your skin,
- Need not be biological,
- Or driven by libido,
- But spiritual, pure,
- So boy from class,
- Or man too old to be among you and the others,
- Are obsolete in making you perfect,
- Question the directive,
- The urge so stigmatised,
- Does it need requital?
- Surrender makes you dimmer,
- And hinders,
- The light from which you Shimmer,
- A hand in the hand better than a hand to tell a story when smug,
- And let your body sleep come Sunset,
- Lay only with your heart,
- Love is not respect,
- And silent adulation carries more than the spoken,
- For words given are engineered for those who listen,
- And your worth is measured in words.
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