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Nov 2011
He slid his arm around
The coolness
Of disdain,
Felt the distance
Of an Arctic plain,

Rested his hand
Upon an alabaster
Thigh,
Saw eternal haughtiness
In stony eyes.

Human heart
Has he;
She
Heart of stone.

To tempt a man
To be so close,
But always so alone.
Don Bouchard
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Don Bouchard  64/M/Minnesota
(64/M/Minnesota)   
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