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Yet your upturned lips shine by lamplight; a cat peers at your moon's dark phase. |
| As seen through lace Eyes blank, oblivious; cold countenance, obsidian. Yet your upturned lips shine by lamplight, mauve medallions, as seen through lace. Behind her window, across from yours, a cat peers at your moon's dark phase. © Kåre Enga 2010-05-09 [167.98] 12 lines Original in "Free 5/19-21; anyone want me? "As seen through lace"" |