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Armed With A Lute

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Lute player, tentatively stroking
Strings of sheer nylon
Gazing upon a goddess.

She lies comfortable
In only her own skin,
while cherub crowns her
What she already is.

He plucks and strokes
With passion and persistence
Her eyes still away in reflection
There is no chord to strike her love
She is happy as she is.





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