The pure spring of sodium.

The paranoia of lies beneath the skin.

The Thousand Nights of forever.

The heart that exists between flutters of cold.

The lot of boxes that hide the stray foxes.

The hole lost within the soul of virtue.

The thin line that was so kind the edge lost its way.

The face that was pretty reflected the ozone of her layers.

The circle within a circle recited ex's and o's.

The night was cold, the man was told, the life was old, the story was sold and the lie was bold.

The light of her eye's trembles the skies
Because they could not see her disguise
In ocean eyes hides the truth of beauty.

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