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when you took your last coup d'œil of me,
did you make sure to forget my ivory face,
those verdant eyes made of outer space,
so you wouldn't look for it in everyone else?
they don't have my lips that talk with poise grace,
they've never had the blemish of a woe left to embrace,
through cerise thorns, my skin still blooms with lace,
and did you know that up in my sleeve there's always another ace?
the éclat of my touch is impossible to replace,
but would you be brave enough to let it efface?
now every scrap of me is taken from you, except the trace,
lambenting with moonlight, you won't ever know how to erase.
07.07.22
when you took your last coup d'œil of me,
did you make sure to forget my ivory face,
those verdant eyes made of outer space,
so you wouldn't look for it in everyone else?
they don't have my lips that talk with poise grace,
they've never had the blemish of a woe left to embrace,
through cerise thorns, my skin still blooms with lace,
and did you know that up in my sleeve there's always another ace?
the éclat of my touch is impossible to replace,
but would you be brave enough to let it efface?
now every scrap of me is taken from you, except the trace,
lambenting with moonlight, you won't ever know how to erase.
07.07.22