Mystique

They Are StillThey may be but saplings, but they have lost fetal mind Their incognito libidos stroked by glorious need They whisper nothings, like do you feel the need for time? Their lips kiss themselves a story… a waif, that never succeedsThey Are Still
Their looks are fashioned of a rifle They cry for battles never won Another bleak mundane trifle The war for life never begun
Like glitter angels trapped in a jar They are butterflies beneath the glass Beautiful, but they never stray far A miscalculated lie, they climax, then pass
There is much they cannot comprehend But
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