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Apr 2017
Her eyes,
Like warm caramel made in a Swiss candy store.
Her lips,
Like a puffy cloud on a sunny day.
Her smile,
A better masterpiece than the Mona Lisa.
Her face,
Sculpted by God's finest craftsmen.
Her voice,
A harmony of a thousand angels.
Her,
The forbidden fruit I can never touch.
- JP DeVille
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