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I saw the scars on your arm

I get the sense that

You wanted me to notice

I invoked the broken stars

That inflicted them

For a conversation.

Happiest among us is he

Who the soft-spoken angel

Magnetizes between

The suffering seductress

And a sunken vessel

Now what does this mean?

Only, to me, what is dreamed

In a spree of serendipity

When the woman whispers

Like a licking little lizard

That she needs a wizard

To brave the crazy blizzard

And feel warm enough

Snuggled against your chest

In your coat made for two

So that her wings may grow

And she can finally float