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Carmine

A poem

Photo by Ivan Belokon on Unsplash

I see you, even before I lay my eyes on you. I feel you, even before you come into this space.

Your nonchalance, unsettling yet magnetic, a mystery. Your silage, sweet like honey, delectable.

Like a moth, I flap to your light, aching for your attention. I stand naked, the price of admission, baring all.

But it is all vanity, rejecting me, you, with such vigour. I bleed profusely, staunch it, will you, well, maybe not.

Infatuation
Relationships
Delusions
Self
Poetry
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