cigarette smoke
elegant pose
her style
grows
she holds
our awe
like never
before
a rose
in town
a backless
black gown
shimmers
so chic
soft
so meek
beyond
belief
perfect
in structure
desperate
to touch her
the sheen
i have seen
is a vision
of heaven
in my prison
of hell
real?
can't tell
who can?
i'm a mere man
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