Compare and Contrast

February 21, 2011
My head is cast down as I pass

Radiance shines from her

She is the luminous sun

I am a feathered cloud on the horizon's blue edge

Her beams ignite my tender flesh

And her laugh -

She tilts her head,

A perfect angle,

And it bubbles from her plastic soul

Assaulting my ears

Exposing me -

The crude girl

With the laugh like lead

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