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Virtuous
cubbzor

Her scent stalks as she passes my way.
 1
Gliding on concrete,
 2
sure to skip cracks.
 3
My outstretched limb sinks through her,
 4
like a teased dog biting at bone.
 5
 
 
I have found the one.
 6
Our hands clasp,
 7
bonding ideals and virtues.
 8
 
 
This marriage of beings,
 9
represents the tiniest of
 10
happenings.
 11
 
 
Our hands release.
 12
I am reunited with my thoughts.
 13
Alone but virtuous.
 14

20 Apr 09

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like breathing in an out fine...  line, 6 seems as though it does not belong here... the thoughts and play of thoughts were good, keep on writing whoever you are... j. g. smiles
 — goeszon

Another cool poem...I like how you dissect the event and how you are able to paint a visual using wordcraft...
 — JKWeb

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