White-Tipped Illusions


Is everything ever seen
A lie?
Glistening smiles
Intimate lipstick
A majestic majesty
Personified they resonate
Holding their machetes
No falter in their eyes
I seize and remember
When all became lost
It happened in the calm
No victories to remain

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