a window to the world

close enough afar

she sat across me

and twirled her locks

her beauty was bespoken

to the devil by god

yet she sat across me

making me beside myself and I

I did wish

for the dusk of the moment to linger awhile

but wishes are fishes

they swim away

I would trade my shadow

for another of her glance

another of her twirl...

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