such purity surmised of a hidden spirit
buried in seams of fluorescence and lust
unseen, barring her recessive lips,
their constriction fostering the furtive hush.
the absence of mind so oft supposed
of a girl who seeks shadows in coveted light
is deceit to carry inadvertently and
naught but obstruction in her stride
for in her chest there lays a heart —
through patience it waits idly
and deem this be your formal appeal
to fill this bitter vacancy.
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