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Aug 2010
2
she was the
nascent verdant        emerald
chips                     ,
brimming irises            A
virus of

her docile features  in-
fecting
the air swooning
at                                     her
gaze

and chomping at the bit        ;
my fingers
(swollen. desirous to limp
upon her plain

and                                           the
shifting of its curves


                       !
PK Wakefield
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