In the shimmer of desire,
A heart is nestled blindly.
Through the lace of maliced envy -
She is standing low behind me.
As beauty may rest hollow,
Tearing stance to make us turn..
They'll forget a hidden sparkle
As her fire ceaselessly burns.
Ready to erupt..
Never shallow, bleak, or broken.
The winds of fame will whistle,
Standing lone or linked as spoken.
Blooming toxic melodies:
Glamor, edge, and shattered fate.
She is dreaming of a destiny,
That will never come too late.
The light's warning is discreet..
Her slender lips and spells shall croon.
For as I'm sure you may have heard,
It's senseless - hiding from the moon.
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