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She Was Beauty


She was beauty set in stone -

   I couldn't move her,

      she wouldn't moan.

She was beauty

   black and deep.

She was beauty,

   she was sleep.

She was beauty

   held at bay;

Held by me

   some might say.

She was beauty, turning wild;

   though demuring/

      never mild.

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Marc Libidinsky

I am 55 years old.

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