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Nov 2014
The color of your skin,
It sings perfection to Me.
The shades of color in you window eyes,
Allows Me to see only you.
The outside is just human,
It's the soul hidden,
That makes you far more different.
The soul that's hidden,
That's what beauty is.
Written by
Joann Pena
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