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Marilyn died for our sins



in her own words, & out of grace more so than glamour,
she revealed that her sinning did not make her a devil,
& her not sinning did not make her an angel.

she began as a small spark, & worked very hard to grow
to a candle flame; but there were moments when she was
lightning, & the stars took notice.

earth-bound angel, fashioned for wet dreams, blonde & blue.
flamboyant temptress – within her beat the heart of lonely
Norma Jean, who begged to be loved. but a man can’t hold the
delicate things, nor make captive of such beauty.

in darkened theatres, a pearlescent screen assured us that
some like it hot. it defined us, among common ball-players  
& princes of fleeting royalty. she was reduced to an object,
of lust that warmed our sullen nights.

but the world was too boisterous,
& the joy she longed for, too elusive –
she could not stay.

we didn’t love her enough…




Written by JohnFeddeler
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