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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
5:39 PM ; inamorata
a jealous lover
of an opalescent sea
traces the unsteady ripples
the shore, misty and indefinite;
mortal despair lingers
the waves, ominous and untrustworthy;
timidity creeping forward
the sand, polite and elegant;
constancy being pushed and pulled

the coast reeks of abandonment
as a jealous lover of an opalescent sea
partakes in a beautiful drowning
the stygian depths becoming her paramour

now
belonging to the lust of the sea
a drinker of ecstasies
with an unheeded beauty
lost.
pinions of beauty
plunged into a fiery bay
a woman struck
with feebleness of purpose

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