In my journal of poetic love, versus Argus eyed As I scribe the vermilion with a darker shade Feeling quintessence of silence calling my name Fearing no evil and feeling no pain Under the gleam of the magenta moon In absentia of cellophane Awaiting my shadow-lover, who comes soon Having felt a presence of an amorphous shadow Like a brush-footed butterfly As a scent lingers of its
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