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Poem: She Was Precious Alright

She was precious alright.
In all the wrong ways.
A mad lick of wine off the spine,
turns the cork into a fruitless memento.
One she would hoard, in a miniature treasure chest
of half forgotten dreams.
The futility of it all seemed clear from the first click,
but she prayed to God that this time there would be no test,
no tragic twists with sharp turns and trivial tricks.
With him she would surely sparkle.
Not in a grandiose fashion,
but with delicate detail.
Reminiscent of her late Grandmother's superfluous fine china,
Which she knew she would never really use.
Yes, she knew.
But in spite of her sixth,
She would welcome the fix.
Make him feel like a man,
By holding his hand.
She might make him quiver,
with the likes of her hips.
Not to mention her big fat lips
He would stir into her, his gift~
Dirty words dissolved by her sweet Nord nature.
And she would cast onto him an immaculate imagination
until she shed silly, sad tears with a girly purpose.
Why should it make him so naked and nervous?
And rear-view mirrors make for such sorry goodbyes,
Of which she much disdains.
Disconnected fragments of such a fine design,
couldn't possibly give her away?
So say you will stay, if only for a day.
And make her feel precious again.

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