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by veronica 01/15/2003, 11:24pm PST |
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Looking down upon flesh
So pale, so soft, so smooth.
Hair lifting gently in the wind
So soft, so silken, so bright.
Parting lips with a lick
So full, so red, so wet.
Lashes dancing above eyes
So sharp, so strong, so wise.
She gazes in turn at each person,
So far away from her.
Her heart grows cold with longing
For a mate, a friend, another soul.
Her beauty, a wall
So tall, so wide, so deep.
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