Dare you bless your mother with those lips,
As Judas betrayed the crown with a kiss,
An imperfect green summer affair,
Challenging your deepest convictions,
These moments resonate in your regret,
Reflecting into your midnight confessions,
Out from inside the crucible,
I know you want this so,
The endless melting, remelting, refining,
Eternally observing this daily tradition,
My heels burn hot; I'm inclined to run,
Incomplete and unstable I see no end to this...
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