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Delicate Was (Free verse) by klosterfobik
Just when my unmeant imagination thought it safe,
just when I thought I'd learned -
to forget to remember
the suntanned symmetry of you;
I happened upon a tragical trace
of a scent of past perfume -
a sickening sweet, redolent relic,
of almost - always past,
left upon a pillow
on the unmade bed where once we laid
and dreamt and shuddered.
Just that one slippery, apple-green breath
of delicate was
stole truth from time and past from fate.
So long it seems - an age ago,
maybe even longer,
so hard to tell these days -
harder still to tell these days from dreams -
dreams of together - perfect and peculiar us.
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Weighted score: 4.1645045
Overall Rank: 13268
Posted: August 28, 2004 9:05 PM PDT; Last modified: September 7, 2004 6:42 PM PDT
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