by smealek

Misguided lass from the good, adolescent day;

she made fun with a playful game:

gave a wince or two,

flirtatious yet sinister grimaces–served expertly too.

These were proceedings of the best expression;

the means to her youthful transgressions.

And the one who smiled with exquisite fare,

managed to best her one day.

–These diversions, once bare, innocent offenses,

were the fanciful adventures,

of her fondest recollection.

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