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For Flight (Free verse) by <~>

Turn me, craftsman, tender as if I were to fit Here gainst your stubbled cheek vanely caught and tense with purpose Eyes closed, in these imaginings I stretch you forever across my length singly focused and intent tuned between present and then Nocked and drawn taut I wait patiently for that release trusting nothing but the surety of vision And freed, bittersweet I speed to the mark unseen

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 28-Oct-02/1:46 PM
Well, being as how you answered the questions three, I suppose that one thing I could grant to thee...




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