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she looked like island in high seas

like a barrack that the soldiers used and abused

she meditates on dirty stigmas on the wall

now her shades of pale radiance

barren visuals no sense of calm

eyes communion of oval openings

promising the art of erotic escape

her eyes now changed filled with fury

a very incarnation of soft and wild beauty

like sea in tempest

beauty

skin silk like woven yet diaphanous

emitting light and shadow

she is my heart of everything

the main core of my poetic images

once you have it  you can not give it  back

It is beauty

she is beauty

her visual opulence must be revisited