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Jul 2019
She was pure
    
       and untouched;

           like the very first

        crystals of snow.

   Freshly budded rose and

             essence of lilac with the

                   fraility of a fallen leaf

   adhered to the sidewalk.

              He painted her soul

                  with his unique unprimaried color,

     and left her....

                        forever stained.
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
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