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THE DISTANT SHORES
Sloping
Shores,
Forming
Foams,
At the
Bottom
Of your
Sensual
Mouth.
Beaming
Choppy
Chords
In a
Climax
Of
Fanfare
And
Dusk
Stands
Out,
Fantasmal,
The strands
In the
Oblivion,
Of your
Very
Dark
Hair!
Ladydp2000
copyright@2000
Very deliberately, wellstructured poem. And Wowo , u score, as always with your imagery,even in this confirmed space of a line. Smilesz. Great, Dorian~!