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Foreign


 

 

Her face fair, made him liquid

Left livid bruises on his chest

Her hair; lace, made him give in

He was a given, to basic sin

Washed away banal basin

Cooler than arctic penguin

Cold conflagration

Quickened elation

What was the causation? Without cessation, with heart in screaming oration, legs in standing ovation, the summation of this sedation left his brain in steady gyration taking certain taxation on his reality, which had now become a defined fixation

 Simply

 on her eyes

Suddenly without neither warning nor verbal wording, familiar melodies became foreign to a man once versed in the arias of seraphim. Suddenly love became Foreign

To him

 

 

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Aegis
<p>Beautiful alliterative verses, they do an excellent job at stressing the story points. Amazing diction!</p>

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