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Jul 2016
She
She was strange.
She was terrifying.
She was beyond beauty.
Her strut so striking
her hips beat to the sound
of her own soul.
With orchids blooming
betwixt her legs and
opals glistening in her eyes,
Men only watch her from the side
hidden curiosity oozing from their lips.
She leaves footprints on their
minds like the face of
the moon.
Delicate and deep
But everlasting.
Written by
Allie Berry
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