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Apr 2013
She is my light
I admire her from the dark
tracing her movements with my eyes  
playing her voice over in my mind

She is so perfect to me
flawless skin she wears
covered in elegant fabric
how I wish I could touch her

She has an intoxicating fragrance
I am lucky enough to catch her scent
sometimes she will walk by me
never noticing  

She makes me feel like a peasant to a queen
graced by her presence  where I wish to be
but she will never see
where I will always be hiding

I am always watching
always remembering
always admiring
always... planning.
Andrew Owens
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Andrew Owens  Sandpoint Idaho
(Sandpoint Idaho)   
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