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Jun 2015
I worked for every edge
Of this  unskippable stone
That won't slide through fingers
For such easy pleasures.

No **** silouette
Not an eye catching
Form, barely turned
To soft by tide.

If easy is what you
Want
If perfect is the number
Of skips you can count
On one hand,
Then I suggest you
You undress your
Cravings. For supple
skin like Hair and nail
will too
be Clipped.

There is no
Faultless form
Smooth enough
To slip through
Heart and hand
Unless it is
Your own.
Ann Milner
Written by
Ann Milner
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