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- To the quiet one,
- the coy,
- the wallflower.
- Her dark circled eyes
- buried in a book.
- Hard little nipples,
- dusty pink,
- beneath a tatty
- black singlet.
- Those restless legs,
- sprawled across
- a squeaky bed.
- Her secrets kept,
- like pressed daisies
- hidden by
- pages read.
- Pressed Flowers, Michael Faudet
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