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Mar 2017
Her eyes were green with joy,
Lips red with lust,
And her heart purple with passion.

But her hair was painted black with poison,
Cheeks dyed aqua with tears dried,
And blood flowing  fading pink from love long forgotten.

She was a piece of art,
A ****** up abstract.
Zoe Robles
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