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May 2019
She was like a fox;

Shrewd,
a cunning look in her eyes.
Never malicious, but always quiet.
She avoided attention,
while her flaming hair never agreed.
She grinned, but was careful
not to show her gaiety.

She was like a fox;

A chaste huntress in plain sight.
willow sophie
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willow sophie  the universe
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   Bogdan Dragos
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