My wild-eyed mistress
In the whims of malcontent
Is in fact, a Saint
Covered in pearls of contempt
For her fire knows no bounds
And her lust, no given fate
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Open Letters To Closed Doors
PoetryA selection of poems from my first three collections with new ones thrown in...
Faithless Flames
My wild-eyed mistress
In the whims of malcontent
Is in fact, a Saint
Covered in pearls of contempt
For her fire knows no bounds
And her lust, no given fate
