Scenes Of Her Profile

The Roman nose on her elfin face
Unleashes a valiant stroke of calligraphy,
Where joy and ache play hide and seek
Like crabs in the meshes of a sandy beach.

Beyond the ridges of her opulent jawline
The black moon spreads a grey-gold silk;
Fireflies dance on her marshmallow forehead
The Werewolf howls for her sweltered lips.

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