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By wistful Date: 2002 Feb 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.15.23.38.2357]] |
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Red as blood her passion's painted Wet and smooth, as yet untainted By betrayal's marring blows Causing imperfection's woes Eager for its hardened strength Impatiently she waits at length For time's slow passing to develop Lasting power to envelop Does she risk a tactile touch? (Which she longs for far too much) Will it flaw pending perfection That will come, with some attention? No, she waits, in sphinx-still stance Giving this one every chance Achieving what's eluded her Smooth perfection that endures. |