movements of cut and paste / in verse

her curls


[can't continue cause I suck]

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the very act of observing
causes a change in behaviour

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I suppose it's time I accepted the fact
that some people are more beautiful than others
and some people can see it better than others
and some people can capture and frame it better than others
and I am none of these

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the twilight sneaks in quietly through the curtains
and across the sheet creeps gently to caress her cheek
a halo of celestial light outlines the sleeping angel's form
the corners of her lips migrate ever so slightly 
as if contemplating some delicious secret
some saccharine fancy

her hair, an obsidian shroud
dark and opaque, the ebony veil
that frames her countenance
flows like the Euphrates down
like a lush waterfall yet
yields gracefully
to lay itself across her figure
their dainty curls mingling with the curves of her shoulders
with such elegance, rivaling the realm of Venus herself
as if the very forces of nature had,
at her conception, conspired
to shine their marvelous rays upon her starless skies
an aura unparalleled
by the northern wind bestowed
a radiance surpassing
even the most picturesque horizon
its fragile delight deftly possessed

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I give up