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marilyn monroe

busy with desire
weak from pretense
she offered herself
to the night of fire

cloaked in pink dust
her mad charms about
she bewitched the stars
with red wine and her rabbit foot

perceiving no lie
they soon shifted course
to another far away source

having it all
and wishing none
pressed to the edge
with a slant of strings
created a timeshift
of nowhere insight

by a whim of fate
the invisible mystery
guessed nothing amiss
and continued
in blinded sleepy bliss

building fierce flames
against the unflappable night
she continued to play
with high waters and wind
carrying her diamonds
and bringing the healer
she chose to ignite
darkness with desire