green your downcast eyes, the color of absinthe switch ofyour merciless, marching intelligence, thehumor, the passion linespulling on your cigarette, getting me aroused and nervouswithout trying, you command all attentionwit is sharper than a swordwhen you didn’t talk to meit was like a blonde flower, turning her lights outI’m speaking to you in a language, […]
Candice Louisa Daquin
VIXEN of VERSE 
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