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Nov 2013
She was wrapped
in black,
her face accentuated-
the rosy pink
daintily painted
across her face.
Her movement-
deliberate  
and graceful
as though she was
slipping through time.

And for the first time
in my life,
beauty
had made me
stop dead in my tracks.
Jay
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Jay
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