porcelain pages ripped by hordes

tallies are secrets for the fortunate
and more so a talent to try to hide

purity is dastardly though lovingly held

but shaking Tantalus hands grasp at desire
while mounds of Venus sparkle with dew
a creature catered to
but never fed
lily white lurking under layers and layers
still wet behind the ears after the rainstorm
don't feed it out of fear of repudiation

disgusted by the intemerate
contaminate it quick
call it lush but it's to escape
squeezing teary eyes closed,

get it over with, this isn't love

it's a badge

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