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Thursday, December 21, 2006


The rustle of skirts.
Calculating eyes
watch over
the top
of a fan.

The rustle of skirts
as she moves;
her bladed fan
slicing through armor
to just barely
cut the skin beneith.

The rustle of skirts
as she curtsies
to the only person
she respects;
the Lady Kimono.

The rustle of skirts
as she moves
with blinding speed
to save two children
from a bandit.

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Like it? It's about one of my characters. A powerful femme fatale, she is a good friend of my character Mishina.

*vanishes*


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