Your price tag

is unaffordable. Your

beauty innate despite any

flaws in your mirror. No futile

compliments combined can reflect the

treasure hiding beneath your fear. Between

supple nipples waiting to be caressed by your soft

brush to sweep the mess. The bar code could not be

scanned, by any foolish excuse of a man. Fingerprints

of your own tar reciprocated their own empty jar.

Now go my damsel– paint over your scars, and

it’ll unlock you from your invisible, jagged

bars. Distilled from any time spent in

your prison. You’re no trivial

price, you’re set free– to

frolic now that you’ve

found she.

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