She was crisp in Autumn's wind.
Definite lines of beauty
set in stone,
on pavements filled
with leaves.
Her skin is cinnamon sprinkled,
and her oh just as punchy.
She was scented with spice,
her presence never a shadow
or mango-mangled mixture.
It was definite,
it was there.
She was there.
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
She was crisp in Autumn's wind.
Definite lines of beauty
set in stone,
on pavements filled
with leaves.
Her skin is cinnamon sprinkled,
and her oh just as punchy.
She was scented with spice,
her presence never a shadow
or mango-mangled mixture.
It was definite,
it was there.
She was there.
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