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May 2018
Glossy rag curls the colour of gold
Decked with a frail flower wreath,
A dress still fitting though quite old
In the source of a frozen breath;
Pale complexion, rosy cheeks,
Eyes of blue, summer and light,
Glistening crimson plump lips
And a most malicious sight.
Abby
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Abby  14/F/Brazil
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