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Mute-tation
by Michelle Chew
The Love that dares not speak its name
Nor can it withhold its flame,
Passion that reeks
Crimson Peach Plaque
Pity that love desire can’t fulfill
What lies beneath still
Rationality our foe, our ill
The heart's empty when our minds unreel
Superficiality a mate in toll,
He who awaits will know
That life is
Too short, too real, too stale
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