(un)titled ode XIII

she smelled
of wildflowers
and
hellfire
her head
adorned
with
a briar crown

her every word
scarred upon
her lips
branded
upon
her skin

it
was
impossible
to not
fall madly
in love
with her
untamed
spirit

he
was just
the latest
fool
to try

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