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Jan 28
5 feet tall but burned through the bones in me.
Long hair drifted with the winter breeze.
Found you broken on a fallen knee, locked you in my heart with a master key.
Made you see the beauty without the beast. Became a woman so you got  rid of the boy and found a man.
Scripted sculptures with a crown of a queen, one in a million with seductive dreams.
Jerome Brown
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Jerome Brown  Nevada
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