Cracking up

Relinquished dark blond claws frazzle,
internecine claws rise.

Dear hope I wish you would claw fiercer.

What will become, how could it be fair?
Scuppering rising claws,
dark blond claws scratching the evanescing.
But love,
love remains after all.

Dear girl I wish you were less beautiful.

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