- Within her soul
cries the champion,
longing for her
voice to travel
among the waves
of the sea.
- Huge black wings
billowed in white
light, the feathers
like a favorite
pair of jeans.
- A spur of the
moment affair,
every word we
said was right.
"Is this okay?"
She asked me,
and then she
closed her eyes.
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