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Memoir of a Mistress

Cristina de Guzman

Centuries of sundown mourned,
yet Manoah's loss was still a victory 
for his tribe, set apart for light
from the impure warmth of unredeemed.

Upon his tongue lied the sweetest lie,
which tied her liberty to kiss and tell
the innocence that once conceived by
his younger days of abstinence.

Riddles and scribbles out of honey and bones
paved a destiny to his virgin braids.
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