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Frame the lion for killing the deer,
Let the doe run away untouched,
Horns lathered in spots of carmine,
Ignore the stains on the birch.
Concealed in a docile demeanor
She cups my face in her palms,
Caressing me with finger knives,
She scratches me with her charm.
On my knees, I fall like autumn,
Freeze my wits all with the snow,
Her touch electrocutes my cheeks,
With glinting remains, I forgo.
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And the Petals Fall | ✔
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
