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Jun 2019
I stare relentlessly
At her every ****** gesture
At her brown hair sapped in gold
At her beauty that disgusts me and allures me.

Her beauty is that that shines in the rain.
Darkness clouded by a silver lining
Shes several weeks of tears wsiting to happen.
She's wsiting to lie that she needs me
She's waiting to lie that she wants me

Her smile pierces my soul then turns to my heart.
Her skins like gold dipped in chocolate
I want to hoard her and covet her
But my love of her is evil.

She glides in a room like skates on ice.
But remember every glide is a clean cut hidden from your eyes.
And Thats what she is
A clean cut from a razor on an artery
A Christians hell
A Hindus Naraka
And, an Atheists clear infinite blackness.
Yet still I crave her.
This poem is about a beautiful girl i am crushing on. I used the idea of princess Helen of Troy. Whos beauty caused war
IsheDysFucktional
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IsheDysFucktional  20/M/South Africa
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