Less Cynical

Your coffee cream,
foamy eyes
reavealed your soul
to me
Your golden
coverings
have been stripped,
and I perceive
the sinister
visions
being contemplated
for my heart,
yet my dilapidated
self-esteem
has risen
and been stolen
by someone
less cynical
than you

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