Savage Beauty

A Poem by Anon ymous

She falters, doesn’t take sides
never wanted a title, a mark, never

asked for a name, a label; but there
it lays, bought and paid for.

She becomes still, as if made of glass,

everything turns black and white
and blue, a pure blue
of patience,

the untainted blue
of immortality.

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