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Jul 2014
Her beauty knows no bounds.
Her light mocha skin
So seemingly smooth.
Her eyes, dark as chocolate.
She's so beautiful.
We make small talk
Between classes.
I wonder if she knows?
How I long for her succulent lips.
Her gaze alone can make me shiver.
She's beautiful.
Shall she be my Venus, While I, her Aphrodite?  
Who knows?
I don't.
Luna Elora
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