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Goth Girl

GOTH GIRL Sitting beside two Goth girls; Black hair, black clothes, Black eyelashes, silver studs in the knee-length boots, pale daughters-of-Dracula complexions. I could be in Whitby for a Goth convention, standing on a crag looking out on the cold North sea, but I'm having a coffee break from learning Swedish, and the blonde thread running through my thoughts has been momentarily lost, a shadow darkens the sun. Sneaking a glance at her chill loveliness; no fangs or love bite from the master blemish her ivory neck, and I laugh behind my newspaper, laugh at the adult restraint I have to honour, laugh at the sentence, Welcome to my castle! She turns to look my way but I have to get going - Age before Beauty - before the light of those eyes makes me break my thousand-year silence.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 6/28/2025 10:51:00 PM
I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 1/26/2016 11:24:00 PM
:) SKAT
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Date: 12/3/2015 10:23:00 AM
WOW, now that is deep. I love how you end the poem Ken, thank you so much for sharing your words and deep thought. SKAT
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