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Grace among ruin
A vandalized woman is an arduous pursuit,
but she'll love you twice as hard.
That's what makes her dangerous.
Like a Waskiewicz on an atrophied wall,
she is grace among ruin.
Grace among ruin: the beginning of sinister
and a harrowing ride on the lost highway
like she was trying to set
some kinda love-speed record.
A woman of impetuous desire,
she'd trade her atlas-cloud pillows for a bed of straw
if a man tangled her in blue metaphors.
Her beauty pirouettes on the edge of temptation.
She is the grace giving credence to the ruins;
She is no one at all,
And she is the daring poem of her heart.
(Artwork by Peter Basch)
but she'll love you twice as hard.
That's what makes her dangerous.
Like a Waskiewicz on an atrophied wall,
she is grace among ruin.
Grace among ruin: the beginning of sinister
and a harrowing ride on the lost highway
like she was trying to set
some kinda love-speed record.
A woman of impetuous desire,
she'd trade her atlas-cloud pillows for a bed of straw
if a man tangled her in blue metaphors.
Her beauty pirouettes on the edge of temptation.
She is the grace giving credence to the ruins;
She is no one at all,
And she is the daring poem of her heart.
(Artwork by Peter Basch)
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