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About This Poem
His Quill
His words are teasing to the senses
his mind seeming a wondrous retreat
he makes me feel defenseless
and it becomes difficult to breathe
I have never met him
but he makes me ever-so restless
this woman who is ruled by true greatness
with passion generated through timeless written passage
satisfying all of her needs by the weight of
the strokes of his quill
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