my beautiful you
who once sprung from my avid imagination
now lost in translation
of a mimicking escape art
was it gone
or stuck in still and frozen in time
and when the act is done
all else returned and well
amusing how these surviving explicit
of an explication
has deceived the eyes
and convinced the mind
does love has to do with
or the act itself is love
left blank to pondering
it was beautiful
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