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MOTV Dec 2015
At first glance, one may say they witnessed a goddess
At passing by, the presence turned my stomach inside out like it knotted
At a reverence has the brain mesmerized, tryna capture her perfection
At close proximity, I sway alive like instantly totally day and night
As  if it  is her, her way, a choice, no one can question her, aura does array
Remarkably infatuated, frozen as if spellbound, am I her chosen prey?
Alas, she glides unto her day, without a word only the stare o' fate.
Last I find myself, moving on.
But for now her image lingers on.

— The End —