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By spaceman Date: 2002 Apr 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.27.17.10.2861]] |
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She is like an iceberg I see only the tip the depth and breadth of her magnificence is not visible to the naked eye. She is like a child trapped in a woman's body adult, confident, sensual only a certain glimmer in her eye fortells the child in charge. She is like rain and wind and sun and snow, mercurial, depending on the conditions not preictable more than a moment in advance... a mere shift of mood can bring on a storm. She is like air to me, essence of life itself and when she is gone I do not perish but my heart works a little harder to make up for her lack only on her return do I exhale easily again. |