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Mar 2013
I saw her gliding smooth across the stone,
Letting the rain caress her porcelain skin.
Her green-grey eyes cast down, she was alone;
Her hair surrendering into the wind.
What did she seek? Where did she want to go?
I could not look away from her great bridge.
Her voice, I had to hear, her name to know.
I'd seen her. All that was no longer is.
Then suddenly she stopped and gazed at me,
Her storm cloud eyes piercing into my soul;
Opened her mouth as if to try and scream,
Unhinged her jaw, from there, swallowed me whole.
        There is no turning back, I have been caught.
        Against Goddess of Lust, my power's naught.
Lexiconical Quinn
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Lexiconical Quinn  Fort Collins
(Fort Collins)   
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