Magnetic Mummery – A Beautiful Spirit
Never did she lust after his repulsive form,
how ugly, old and weak he appeared.
But through watching him,
a sweet angel,
wild and free,
it pleased her.
It incubated beneath an eternity,
lathered under moments of bitter beauty.
It did not make sense.
Why him? Why then?
She’d never before felt a love like this.
Was it true love?
Could they be together at all?
Or must she suffer the fiery ache of passion always?
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