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Lomo

She walks on air, light as a breeze.
She sleeps on water, free as a drop.

Skin like rose, love like color unfortunate blind will never see;
She walks through air with wind behind her back pushing a little too hard.

Beauty is the raft of her journey, navigating troubled waters in solo fashion.
In empty sky she feels lonely, not knowing the gods cradle her from all sides in cotton cushion.

She bathes in the stream, cold cleansing bare supple skin.
She reads in the grass, rare blade peering out from uniform bed.

I abduct her for life, to uncover her every fold and curve and tint.

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