Bright lips, Black eyes,
Flashing neon in the darkness.
Twinkling red, like fire-flys,
Deflects the appearance of madness.
Shine through shadow,
Cut through light,
The cheeks are left.
Obsolete.
But the piercing stare,
Mounted a-top the glare,
Leaves the softness
Indiscreet.
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