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Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Sketched As A Slow Tide

With her sheaf and gown 
Gathered up high
The young woman
Looks to the side

The madness of it all
Circulates incessantly
Her mind instantly awake
Contemplating confusion

Her thighs and toes tingle
Above she hears footsteps
The lamp shade is softly scarlet
Her garments, they are Prussian blue


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