Her Gold

You don’t understand, darling.
She’ll burn your soul
with her gold
before you even get to gaze her way.
She’ll pierce you like the heat
of a thousand summer nights.
And all you’ll ever end up to be
Is the remains of the stroke that was
cast upon you
From her afterimage.

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