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October 13, 2008 · Posted in Poetry · Comment 

her grace fell upon us,

stony, cold, stiff and stinging,

as she laughed at our ramshackled dreams,

kicking them about

with herĀ gold plated stilleto heels,

a smile flashed across her face like a gleam of steel

- well done hair, her skin

smooth, garments glittering, Read more