Weatherbeaten isn’t she

Delicately quivering
Yellow stenciling everything reached
Exquisite timidness isn’t she

Feverish virginal trace
For the penciled thinker
Full expressing her shame

Beauty convinced arrogant
Despising poem tears lavishly
Underestimating the concern

I listen to her
Her sea moving ears
Second loving my pulse

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