I’m
hooking up
with a girl
raised on
olive oil.
She asked me
if the stones
at her feet
I had cast.
She
must
mistake me
for a
civil engineer
of the Roman Army,
but
I prefer
to remain
shy.
I was never proud
of my
conquering heritage.
Who cast
the obsidian
of her pupils?
I am
proud
of them.
Who poured
the water
that sweats
from her feet?
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
Lovers Of The Century (poetry book)
novamartinpoetry.com 
I love this. Seriously. Thank you for linking the website and book.
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Ah thank you Lira! That means a lot to me. I’ve read your work some too and it is consistently really quality stuff!
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You’re more than welcome and thank you! Knowing that you think my stuff is high quality makes me feel super proud since I love your writing style. I am browsing LOTC right now; thanks again for that since I was looking for a new book to read today. Cheers!
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Damn, that’s awesome! I wrote that many moons ago when I was about 22 years old. Hah, I’m now 39. Enjoy!
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What are you talking about? that was yesterday.
God, I’m 24 but I already feel ancient.
Will do, thank you!
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