Portrait of Aspetta

Her fair skin, vivid.

Pure like pumice
Her hair a mild offense.
Her sparse soul of tenacity
A mortal in disguise

Abandonment is taboo
Her mother,
Envious and dark
Restraint is a virtue
Tint of vintage,
But barely there

Pattern, balance, pace
Faded lights over the pacific
Abstract strategies
Coping with
Artistry 

Shadowy and vague
Unspoken
Her absence,
A threat
Come home at night






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