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Lady in the WindowLady in the windowFlowers swirlingFrom head to her heartEach passion bloomIn her soul rooted deeply,Knotted deep in her heartStanding stoic;Her passion held distant,Gripping tight tangled.Red fervor the blossoms,Each opening within her,From a backdrop of blue.Her heart she would giveEach flower adored,Each unsullied as if the first she gave.Her eyes a sadness,A quiet love unspoken;Hiding ravenous fires held within.Cork gently touching,One finger just stopping,Lasciviousness so deeply contained.She says not a wordYet is ready to pour,Restrained ambrosial wine bursting inside.She stands all in whiteNot one could assuage her,This virginal lady of the night.Her beauty out shines herHer soul; Cleopatra, Nefertiti,All a splendor glistening through time.So there she waitsHer flowers to give,Her quiet cry raging so deeply within.
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Lady in the Window
Lady in the window
Flowers swirling
From head to her heart
Each passion bloom
In her soul rooted deeply,
Knotted deep in her heart
Standing stoic;
Her passion held distant,
Gripping tight tangled.
Red fervor the blossoms,
Each opening within her,
From a backdrop of blue.
Her heart she would give
Each flower adored,
Each unsullied as if the first she gave.
Her eyes a sadness,
A quiet love unspoken;
Hiding ravenous fires held within.
Cork gently touching,
One finger just stopping,
Lasciviousness so deeply contained.
She says not a word
Yet is ready to pour,
Restrained ambrosial wine bursting inside.
She stands all in white
Not one could assuage her,
This virginal lady of the night.
Her beauty out shines her
Her soul; Cleopatra, Nefertiti,
All a splendor glistening through time.
So there she waits
Her flowers to give,
Her quiet cry raging so deeply within.
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