a distracted contact

November 12, 2015

She saw Him

He saw Her

Both on contacts

with the eye

whatever were the

distractions to be

it was but

a sweet meet

a sweet feast

a joyous joy

a pleasurable joy

a joyful meet

was it all

never to miss

yet still it

was a distract

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