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Thursday, 1 November 2012


short poem...possibly rubbish!

Nerves blocked by anger
He tensed and followed.
Opposite, a thin shape said nothing.
seconds seemed like days.
Virtuous or merely foolish?
Single vision, oblivious to the dangers, he strikes.
The enemy falls.
Craving his touch only
Her lips touch his.
Her protector.

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