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Jan 2016
When she enters that door "the beautiful ones are not yet born" to you will become a fallacy
to know that she is the most beautiful will not require literacy
without her the stars can not form a galaxy she is like a product from a true prophecy
and i swear i will never leave her even if she were a legacy.

Even when time stands still i will love her still
its true am heartless my heart she did steal
her beauty is out of this planet, and yes, she is real
although am a true saint for her i would ****.

She is the kind that makes you forego your designer outfit when she exposes her ***** linen
thou am a neighbour to hell she makes me fill like in heaven
her reputation got no competition, she is second to none
and i swear she would make a priest put a ring on it if she were a nun.
Written by
stephen mastel
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