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your hair is blond and blinding
with whispers of soft red
your pink lips so inviting
blue eyes stops my tracks dead.

soft lines invade your forehead
and wrinkles around your eyes
tales of a life fully lived
and only half way through time.

your soul gleams and bounces
purifies the poison in my veins
your brows are furrowed, flouncing
maybe i can live again

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