That coherent murmur intrudes, each of my imprecise nights
Those silent screams hang around, long after I surrender during a chilly fight
An indefatigable silhouette chase continually, my rightful reflection
Unpaid support, for each of my groundless rejection
Who? Reminds me of my buried worth
Whose? Identity that I wear, taking the shape of Earth
She inspires me, to combat prolong till left with mouthful of air
An illustrious touch, that strengthens my feminine attire
Beads of moisture from my eyes, smile in whose gaze
That amorous embrace, refreshing enough to phrase
Is it real! Is it virtual! Do you wonder each time defeated by my stance!
It only me… and my ever mounting ”women of substance”…
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