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Mar 2017
Stardust and lust
Lie behind her blue eyes
Her lips moist raise a voice
Like songbirds in morn skies
With her grace and her face
She enchants all in her way
She needs no weapon when she's gettin'
All the wishes she'll say
A little bit of morning mythology.
Breeze-Mist
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Breeze-Mist  19/F/North America
(19/F/North America)   
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