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The beauty of man A gentle wrinkle in one’s hand Caught in a storm of sand Life drifts on A glance revealing such willful daring Telling of thoughts about her caring Never to be caught swearing Love out loud So proudly kept quiet Notions out loud equal riot Pale cheeks slowly to turn violet Lent feelings displayed
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
The Evolving Poem
The beauty of man A gentle wrinkle in one’s hand Caught in a storm of sand Life drifts on A glance revealing such willful daring Telling of thoughts about her caring Never to be caught swearing Love out loud So proudly kept quiet Notions out loud equal riot Pale cheeks slowly to turn violet Lent feelings displayed
Written June 27th, 2016
allison-10
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
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