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She had the kind of face that could swallow your hope like a fly, sinking in an olympic sized swimming pool You'd never have her, she'd never want you Her eyes two blue lakes you could submerge in, drown in, wishing to never sea them stream Black painted arcs curved, framing, They could make Mona Lisa frown green with envy Beauty etched so deep, so true time itself could never erase
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
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She had the kind of face that could swallow your hope like a fly, sinking in an olympic sized swimming pool You'd never have her, she'd never want you Her eyes two blue lakes you could submerge in, drown in, wishing to never sea them stream Black painted arcs curved, framing, They could make Mona Lisa frown green with envy Beauty etched so deep, so true time itself could never erase
tom-pearson
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
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