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I had possessed her and she never knew it

She was for a minute a delinquent nymphet

Shining through the matter of a fact young whore

The chill of delight the leap in my loins

Perhaps three years earlier I might have seen her

Coming home from school that settled the matter

With her bobbed hair luminous gray eyes and pale skin

She looked perfectly charming

Childhood is a jewel that becomes dull the nymphic echo

The next day she seemed to have grown less juvenile more a woman overnight

Threatened to burden me with heartrending fantasies, dull disappointment