photo: miss_blackbutterfly

Secrets erupt from eyes,
sightless in ecstasy:
such wrecked beauty.

Dark juice pressed
from delicate fruit,
summer sweet.

Kohl stained tears mark
the creases where age
will take you one day.

Wipe your face
and let me break you open
just once more.

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