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Playful invitation caresses lips,
but still eyes reflect-- -
power resides--
in femininity's ivory tower, -
Cherries always fall--
amid righteous indignation; -
Stained with red--
of roses, -
he'd pasted her--
onto still life pages; -
mornings are a mother’s mirror
merciless in clarity and -
she holds regret
like a bottle
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