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A Kiss for the Virgins
In a seething moment
the crimson garnet shatters,
fragments weave traces
in memories of twilight’s
late evening - without
your sunrise star. It’s an early
morning gone, that dusky
jewel you thought would be
the salvation of your virgin
purity. As you ponder
only one regret any man
will have: that you started
your loving a bit too late.
