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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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