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bshuffett

Published: Jul 30, 2010

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A watchful eye
lingers in your
corner, dwelling
upon the essence
of your elegance.

Oh lustrous deity,
a fear encompasses
my weary heart,
a fear that you will
distance yourself
from my open door.

So swiftly does the
wind blow it shut,
forever blinding me;
no longer may I
behold thy beauty.

-Brian Shuffett
July 30th, 2010

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