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Nov 2018
Her
Her laugh sounded like wind chimes,
her body holds secrets untold.

Her eyes shone like the moonlight's sky,
her story broken, left to unfold.

Her beauty was an ocean's depth,
and what's been done has been done.

To every line of beauty she has,
a broken one has begun.
Serendipity
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Serendipity  21/Alive
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     B and eileen
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