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Mor(t)al

August 8, 2013
By Anonymous

For those precious hours, I was a princess.
For those delicious minutes, I was a goddess.
Glitter and divinity flowed through my veins.
My mortality forsaken at his touch;
My morality sold to the highest bidder-

But in the morning his lips crumbled to ashes--
I had eloped with the moon and married the stars.
The harsh sun of reality hid this son of shame
from me.
for me.)



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