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May 2017
She was sprawled out,
draped in grey,
lying on her ocean bed
tinted in evergreen,
and wafting sumac scent
moon resting on a silver chain
around her neck
she was a presence of peace
loving eyes locked
lingering on the bejeweled strand
of pearls around between my breast

a seafaring man would fear her,
but a salt laced maid would love her
Astor
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Astor  Intercourse PA
(Intercourse PA)   
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