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“Visages”
A soft set of curves, symmetrical
Designed by a power to hypnotize
No jagged edge, no misplaced lines
Nothing at all out of place
The softness, the delicacy
A form barely inflated
One squeeze, a touch too hard
And the visage would bruise and dissolve
This thing, that tantalizes
It is more than could be conceived
Imagination, even the strongest
Has no capabilities comparable
It is why, as we see
We never let go
If we do, we take the risk
Of losing that which we hold dear
And replications, good as they are
Do nothing but remind of what is missing
Until we, in jealous fits
Clasp and seize to keep a bit of heaven
But heaven ages, the form changes
And the tickets become more valuable
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