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NONETHELESS

Your dandelion lips, sun-kissed complexion beneath my own fingerprints— empty of illusion. Natural curls of roses, soft to morning light touch; purely proud simplicity makes you unique enough. I'm no damsel in distress. But whether or not that's true, I've been in genuine acquiescence short time after meeting you. The rare humble eloquence is surely to blame— aside from the sweetest way you always say my name. All my ivory walls, you sledgehammered through; letting light kill all my shadows, and they were nothing new. I've kept the fort standing in narratives I've foreseen— was sufficiently safe, but hollow in between. Why the shoe hasn't dropped yet, I don't understand. Hate to stand on a rug again, only to return to my plans. If you are an illusion, how can the gods be so cruel? Nonetheless, joke's on them, honey, 'cause I'll never regret you.

x vera florence —an old poem under a different name