We are
the creatures within.
Unveiled,
you sailed,
in the gleam reflecting
upon your chin.
In the melody
of a tender violin.
The pain is now
impaled.
The words are now
unjailed.
-The poet
bows.
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We are
the creatures within.
Unveiled,
you sailed,
in the gleam reflecting
upon your chin.
In the melody
of a tender violin.
The pain is now
impaled.
The words are now
unjailed.
-The poet
bows.