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A Woman.

Her eyes suspend the starlight.

Her lips are molten gold.

Her hair is soft spun darkness.

Her mind is mercury.

Behold - a woman.

 

Whole and moonwrapped

mystery untold.

 

Her story echoes

down unfolding

corridors of history.

 

Where men may chance their luck.

If they are bright and bold.

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Apr 25, 2010
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