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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: February 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Justin Bordner Quote By Rumi: "Shut your eyes so the heart may become your eye, and with that vision look upon another world". ************************ I am a tall, shallow shape. searching for my unique persona— my slim, bright eyes recall me. as I skim, things don't look right. Spotlighted flaws— can you hear your heart? I listen to your gaze, flaws that only me fathom when I focus fictional factors in inertia thrive— Pick up your gaze, and look at its drive cutting up will support, your loss— It's a maze of ties, a weaving of lust. pristine poised oval, expert, brine-edged eyebrow. Aetheric echoes swirl in my maze. your skin has caught my eye and I smelled your zest. I felt your lips— listening to their scent, as I savored your nose, weaving tunes in my plexus softly exhaled into your ear, seeking to explore your abyss unraveling the core of it all, without words, indistinct evolve your green-to-gold eyes— summed up my feelings a voice told me a worn story. Pull my gaze and learn its crux, far-fetched viscous force— a tempting web of loops tearing me apart lets you assess. with a salt-kissed oval iris, never fight—cling to my last sight let me clog—I am a slog. It's easier—to drift off sleazier. Over the flow—and stained row, I faced no hope—only grope soul screens—reveal the glean vice lurking—veil virtue smirking.
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