photon;genic



she was light;on her feet

on one could beat her

photon crunch,

had a hunch

should something curve around

maybe the sound would bend

silk waves

she saves

the last for best or better

worsted suits au fait accompli

composing chi' tai

she looked at me, I

said good~night my sweet

she was light;very fleet

one no could her

beat

beat

beat



Poetry by fyodr
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Written on 2007-08-17 at 04:27

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