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She was a roughly juxtaposed lake 

one part warm, one part frozen and the rest never still

she conspired her conspiracies underneith the murky depths

she wrote her crass thoughts and tossed them carelessly into my ink well.

She stole my highs and curbed my lows 

With one look, the flash of an invitation in a flicker of her eye 

brought a powerful profusion of ink to my pen 

hungrily swirling, describing hopes I dare not share 

she runs circles around me even in her roughest state 

a delicate angel 

faultless,

in all her machinations and cruelty

I ache for her with my all 

and still, I am powerless to describe her

in the essence that exacts the high praise she is worthy of

And no pen seems to wish to transfuse.