let the glass rest upon
your lips; drink her in.
speak words that welt
the skin and spoil the
mind, for these words
will fall to deafened
ears. invidiously judge
the very fibre of her
integrity: shame fails
to persuade her discretion.
and that is where the
image cracks and begins
to fade -- i am not this
girl, i am ashamed.
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