Behind the contours of this mask
Almond eyes brand your outline on my memory
The curves of your body are tattooed on the back of my desire
Drawing painfully acquired
Inked with passion’s blood
On this old hallowed night
Where fantasies materialize through costumed dreams
And spirits seek comfort in the thumping pulse of techno beats
Zorro’s sword has been bested
By the fluttering of an Amazonian Butterfly’s wings
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