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Nov 2014
He was beautiful
Abandoning the connoted femininity
Of the word

He was a brilliant masterpiece

But his strokes
Were ones of painful acceptance
Blood smeared over
Heartache

He was a sunflower

Tall and lanky
With the unspoken
Vibrance
Of his eternal petals

She could stare at him for hours
He both signified and condemned the idea
Of traditional
Beauty
Mari-Elle
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Mari-Elle  Jo'burg (for now)
(Jo'burg (for now))   
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