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Oct 2017
her skin is gleaming and gold
as precious as her smile
her eyes are brown with specks of green
like the first leaves of spring
she radiates growth
like mother nature herself
she is an everlasting rose
vibrant and sweet
pluviophile
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pluviophile  17/F/silver wings
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