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Jan 2015
She seemed to sing a higher pitch. An unobtainable dream.
Even Aphrodite couldn't utter the destructive words she sang.
Beauty called saying "come and chase me" but grace never runs in a race.
Libby Duncan
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Libby Duncan  NC
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