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"In So Few Words: La Petite Fille"
It would do no justice to sing the praises of the woman you've never met.
You could not fathom her beauty through a picture, nor imagine the
sweetness of her words upon your ear.
Ripe nectarine could never taste as sweet as her skin, though it makes
for fine competition.
Woman is a lover, with wiles beyond her grasp.
Yet she is not so grounded that she stops gravity herself.
Fear is not beyond her senses.
Wonton urges express the calamity inside her mind, in a solitude she
Lost to her wasteland, she wonders on.
Written by T. Aramis Barron
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