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A rare portrait upon a neck

Words can express no worth to such rarity
Nor sound its artistic authority
Colour fills its intense beauty
She comes, eliminates mystery
Or, was it to add to the pitch
A rare portrait, millions wish
Rare paint anointment increases its concurrence
Ceaseless strong strife held men for its value;
Upon their hands, consequently their heart its safe

A rare portrait upon a neck
Once left to dry for nine months
Perhaps seven
Highly located upon a unique flesh stand
It flows hot vitalizing the portrait
Its content forever prevail prevented from dark
Shall flow cold and give no please to dark
For dark deserve not a rarity
For its coldness everlasting rarity award will
Then shall be truly a shooting star
Realize its majesticy?
Shall fear no dark to its encounter

A rare portrait upon a neck
Men’s but my love
It has no owner but a keeper
Remains rare, though known forever.

6 March 2008

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