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So intricate – baroque draped in
She smiles sweetly, soft of body
like  cider yet to ripen.
Glance only from the eyes of the advocate
who sees her as glass.
Warning – to handle, would break her frail pose.
Toppling down –
all would come undone – your ambitions
despoiled, stripped back bare to violation.
Mask your body’s history
malevolent in its desires.
Trespass is intolerable –
if that which must, befalls her season’s fun.
What need for executioners
to strike the closing blow.
Leave what’s wholesome in her possession
All that is decayed bury deep within yourself…



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