He knows her eyes completely,
Her piercing stare,
Her arms fair skin- when lit,
Faintly covered in light brown hair,
And her perfume that distracts.
Does he not despair?
Dare the yellow fog profess to one so gentle and so fair?
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Saturday, May 12, 2012
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