Sunrise to sunset, she scintillated ardor.
An advocate, she’s by his side, although he’s indurated.
Mince words to cajole, his malevolent sprite
captures her vulnerability and docile instinct.
Behind the scenes, he leaves his lies in the sheets.
Between her head and her heart is an interstice
that refuses to close.
The next morning, he’s unscathed.
Comparatively, she bruises.
Impaled by never-ending ache, her hope spiraling.
Looking to the horizon on the periscope;
fire in her soul, she’s candor.
Granting respite, ascending on what she aspires.
That austere lifestyle is behind lock and key;
furthermore, her future will not be vile.
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