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Curious minds deter caution
Youth spurs the trial of Reason
For in the tent of wild burning desire
No offering shall be spared the flame
Suitors line the mystic temple gates
Spent sons of the Forgotten war
To wanton with numberless widows
In the garden of careless farewell
The girl with the junkyard visions
Waits for her marionette messiah
His annihilated eye all blazing
With the fire of a faerie wind
She carries his letters with abandon
Like tears and conclusions foregone
And weeps like wasted innocence
With her convictions now crucified
And I dream of her lonely portrait
With her head of desert dreams
My Latin lover sings her song
With a tattooed smile, it seems.
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