Blizzard in the desert

I am magnetic and sensational

Vibrant

Charismatic

Magnificent

I am a blizzard in the desert

A chapel of trees

The sepulchre of the gods

My skin is embroidered with imperfection

Silver thread that runs down my legs

Romantic and bright

I am a deer that runs the course of the highway

Into the blinding white headlights of your eyes

That is what you are

And before I know

I am sprinkled across the tar

A kin to the asphalt

How willingly I run towards

What I know can only kill me

But, oh, isn’t there such a thrill in the chase?

I am magnetic and sensational

Vibrant

Charismatic

Magnificent

I am a blizzard in the desert

A chapel of trees

The sepulchre of the gods

My skin is embroidered with imperfection

Silver thread that runs down my legs

Romantic and bright

I am a deer that runs the course of the highway

Into the blinding white headlights of your eyes

That is what you are

And before I know

I am sprinkled across the tar

A kin to the asphalt

How willingly I run towards

What I know can only kill me

But, oh, isn’t there such a thrill in the chase?

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