You were the last flickering candle in
A world full of wind.
The ego grew while your pliant body melted
With your chared wick.
Merely a fragment of the sun, small yet destructive.
Burning was only an afterthought.
A shame that the caerulus oceans and aurum stars
Of your wavered shimmered soul
Caused your ultimate doom.
waxy ashes
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Erasure of the Femme Fatale
* am burned at the stake of cursed femininity.
Something of a goddess and a martyred myth.
* suppose those are one and the same.
You juxtapose ** between a revolution -
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