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She used to command my attention

with the slightest whimper of voice

or the most sultry whisper I had ever heard

but, that was before the walls came down

before her faceless lips condemned me...

while I vainly reached to catch what little

bit of dignity I could muster.



She quickly became my freedom

convincing me that sometimes what feels

pastoral and postcard perfect

is everything but what it seems

and nothing you ever dreamed it could possibly be...

leaving me to wonder what happened

while I was dreaming.



I cannot describe the fading light

or the effect it has on the human soul

robbing it of the kind of happiness

that only blossoms in sunlight

and I cannot imagine anything more

extraordinary, than knowing her

if only, but, for a passing moment.