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Waltz (Free verse) by Tchur

Fingers clutching, dancing in soft candlelight Flutters of nails over white skin Muted words left unspoken Thoughts locked in closed eyes Silver shadows reaching, melting Satin cheeks reflected Mirrored pools of lucid light Lips reaching The touch of a red tongue.

horus8 22-Aug-02/12:33 AM
even my herpes are wretching frightened running away from that mouth and that danct...to vague...lacking that wich makes vague compact poetry acute...you sir should obelisk squat immediately..




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