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the virgin and the whore

virgin to everything she simply waited
flying on a cloud like castles charms
stitched and tormented her smile had faded
only to hold, wished her tattered arms

she sang a song of words unspoken
and dreamed a dream like many had
her life still new came unbroken
her heart distinguished good and bad

her poisons needed to be injested
so she could make them not just her own
her eyes dry and organs infested
her mouth of wax and face of stone

she saw a sight she had never seen
a beautiful devil wrapped in clover
she heard a small voice that felt warm and clean
worried the sound once begun, would be over

opening up to new ideas her face in blushing did smile
she, knowing no fears, found anticipation
finding herself in a familiar yet different trial
she seemingly would not meet humiliation

now feeling young beautiful and confused
the ceiling entranced her lips to quiver
sure of her being, and not feeling used
she knew it was time to deliver

a gasp, a moan, a new revelation of life
this woman was the maker of a sinfull kiss
her heart balancing on the tip of a knife
should she follow her into bliss

a beat of sight coming from newly opened eyes
the world is bigger than the dream
a kiss, a chance to repair the parting skies
and in this woman, find a team