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Jul 2018
She is a place of pilgrimage,
for washing soles of the
faithful and departed.

She's an aquatic mirror, where
silhouettes are corrugated by
the ripples of repetition.

She is a web of confusion,
waiting for the universal
congregations of curiosity.

She's a stalagmite of creativity,
an iceberg of deception,
an illusion wearing stilts.

She is a tantaliser, an ******,
a bewitcher, who solicits her
suitors by enchantment.

She's a concubine she's a femme
fatale she's a fresco and her ****'s
a jeune homme called Unesco.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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