These dark and brittle splendors,
These sleek and bitter shards,
With necks longer than most
Like sunflowers tilting to one singular blaze
Bobbing their thick-cheeked beauty in a single wave-
What cherub’s breath could fan such a fatherly ambition?
I haven’t known you to amble on past my pale dimpled legs,
Your gold stacked bracelets tinkling.
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