her holy grail

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she'd hold him like a trophy

and gild him like a chalice

she'd raise him above the sun

and encase him in her palace


once the feast concludes,

she puts off the attitude

and discards her robe,

always and ever-subdued

.

.

.

"and the climb ensues."

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