when I
locked eyes with your Shellie
there was no savior
staring back in irises
that sparkled
like polychromatic aspirations
but its funny
how I
find empowerment in
objectification;
how "always ... and never"
redeems myself
in your
hedonistic pupils
because there is only chivalry
in moral ambiguity
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