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Sep 2014
her eyes are taunting,
her lips inviting,
and she is absent-mindedly
precious, with her crimson
cheeks and blonde hair,
perfectly swaying with the wind,
having the most intimate dance,
constantly interrupted by her
melodic voice ringing through
the eerie night.
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