Nobility

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Lips not ready to kiss are mine
Eyes full of tears are mine
Vomit on the carpet-mine
Blood on the sheets-mine
A clean white page
Love letter ink
Tiger lily faces
With red rose lips
There were no fangs.
There was no gunshot.
Also no fireworks, no cherubim chorus
No glass slipper or miracle kiss

The page has turned on childhood
An era of life is over
Do I look different?
Speak, smile, laugh, walk different?
Everything is new to me
Somehow secretly intense
Somehow standing alone





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