May 6, 2011
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Sleek skin, golden brown,
Cotton locks, a sandy mist--
Whipping fiercely in the coastal breeze.
How it devotes me to your cause...

But I know, it’s not for me.

Sound curvature, glistening smooth,
Breasts plump, concealed by heavy fibers,
A figure of most precious gifts,
How you pass on by, and I am left to stare...

But I know, it’s not for me.

Hazy twilight is your glance,
I the star, with the littlest light,
The bystander, out of billions,
To shine on through the night...

You’ll never be for me.

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