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Mar 2011
Her beauty strikes the mirrors so hard in surprise,

They break.

But every time she enters a room with a mirror or a reflective surface,

She fades,

And her face is left echoing on the mirror.

Men have tried tricking her into 'adult pleasure'

She refused.



Her voice as smooth and crystal clear as diamond raven beak.

Her figure as narrow as an arrow.

Her hair.

Whispers in the wind.

But her face.

Echos

Everywhere

She

Goes.
Melody
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