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Skinfony Fjord
Oh precious pearl resting on the tongue
Like an egg within the mother's grasp
Waiting to be hatched
Waiting to but spread the feathers out like curtains
Like peacocks elaborate
Oh precious pearl anxious
One pressing close to
Another
In one satin moment
As the pacing heart but livened
In one
Intensifying stir of the nerve
Sleek along the spine
And frail like a ghost
Mattie hun sometimes, i just dont even understand you. I think this poem a lot althought the title doesnt fit it as well as it could..
Love ya hun mawh Ash