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The Storm
by Philip F De Pinto
Chaste mystery's pulse quickened not the less,
The more the one I was born
To adore
Donned back her dress,
Which she removed in increments to confess
To me her cuneiform.
I countered, in one fell swoop removed my suit,
Confessing to her my unicorn,
Is the point at which the storm
Commenced in which thunder and lightning followed suit.
01/22/2013 Posted on 01/22/2013
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