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Wednesday, December 12, 2012

A Quick Poem

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The smile that lights his face,
surprise emanates throughout;
"Thank you," my heart melts and races.
"No problem," a sensual whisper,
silence. My hands sweat and tremble;
lunch would be perfect on a sunny eve, crisper
than leaves on a perfect autumn day;
but silence looms as the gift sits in hand--
porous and fragile, much like clay;
her longings and thoughts, so sublime,
intense, how she wished he was her's.
It felt like it would be the last time.

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