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Thin Summer Dress

Poem By Uriah Hamilton

After the party laughter,
Her lips are still red
As she walks beneath
The soft glow of moonlight.

Lasciviously, she smiles at me
Knowing I already adore her
Even more than my wounded eyes
Could ever reveal
Gazing upon her
Like a pious monk
Upon a sacred icon.

Her thin summer dress
Tenderly breaks my heart,
But this is the type of suffering
In which I desire to linger.

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It's enchanting, Uriah; makes me love being a woman, even if you didn't intend to. X's and O's


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