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Dec 2011
Her beauty, even Helen of Troy would be jealous
She freezes me with her eyes like Medusa
Makes me shine with her touch like Midas
When she lets go I am stone once more
Her voice like the Sirens call crashes me into the shore
I can’t fight it, I can’t resist
She is a goddess and has me transfixed
With all the horrors and beauty of every Myth
Ryan King
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Ryan King
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     Musfiq us shaleheen, --- and M P Hill
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