your smooth flesh is marble, etched hard muscles like no man [save supermodels] evanescent beauty is forever yours vita brevis arta longa the mold of you casts a shadow across me still how did you find the time to perfect mind and body and still work 40 hours each week? my beauty is rain in…
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willow
She lay on the ground head propped against the willow tree, a lonesome Grace, spent from dance In her eyes lived a deep, inherent sadness, delicate, and always weeping… as the leaves of the willow around her billowed like a shroud for pain
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