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She walked like a dream,
Gathering followers in her wake, Her eyes held reason, that only she could see, But in her face was beauty, Tonight I fell in love with A poem, Her words that strangle my heart, and sever my soul, For that is what I need, Tonight I dance with my words, Detached from reality to bring her to life, If only for a moment then she must go, For in the moment the sun slips into day with the smell of her perfume still lingering, I wonder was she really here, or was it a poem that just faded away, Has anyone seen my poem?
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