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Jun 2015
N.E
Her eyes have been known to bring men to her knees.

Her lips have been known to cast spells and make everyone weak.

Her laugh has been known to silence a room awaken spirits,
and put demons to sleep.

She's breathtaking, because she's unaware.

Her spirit is light, and wondering, what next will she seek?

She longs to be on her own, she longs to explore, she longs to be spontaneous.

That's how she longs to be seen.

Years of meaningless words and misleading sounds have taught her this;

When it comes to her, she will be the same.

With every year that passes, she will remain the same age.

She will always be that girl offering new girsl pencils in the fifth grade.
Written by
La Guerra Continua  21/In permanent transition
(21/In permanent transition)   
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     Jack Mandala and Cecil Miller
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