Xtravaganza (Poem)

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No regard
for the eye of the beholder,
you know your place
among the pantheon.

Constellations nestled in your hair
as you walk among men,
transposed onto our existence;
satin over steel,
a perfect marriage
of soft
and sharp
a supernova burning
at the end of a cigarette.

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