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Vincent |
The image
Is smooth - dainty,
Slender, curves. My gaze
Sliding up those gracious
Lines,
To the source
Of Beauty.
The epicentre?
Or the zenith?
Of what?
The centre?
The pinnacle?
No.
There is
Something else -
Fiery features
So fastidious.
How contrasting.
Soft
Yet precise.
Full
Of passionate intensity.
The sweet fragrance
Of.
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