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The woman i met
A fragrance so fine can never forget her shape, sublime. Her intellect is witty. her heart in a glove and without any pity, shattered my heart with love As I pick up the parts, I detected some sparks. On ego's table it imparts the bravado to remark, "Ummm Hello" Her words of choice of love in a whisper, her soft open voice was enough to lift her. The pedestal she sits till the email is read. No smokers here, Id rather be dead.
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