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I sometimes read stories in photos, and occasionally reflect on them in verse.

This rings of a scene less submission than subversion.

A girl in lace and pale skin beguiled to kneel humble.
By invitation or driven lust, the passion turned fierce.
Knees scarred and bloodied by sin or depraved doings.
A lady defaced by deeds of her doing. 
Or lying in the shadow of her own secrets.

Thank you for inspiring me yet again, fair lady Josefine.
Your photos evoke beauty, both humble and decadent.

Your sincere admirer,
A Dark and Fallen Angel