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Beauty
A ruby red dash of sunlight on her cheeks
as she throws back her head for tomorrows unfurls.
Hair caught on the wind's whisper of a secret
belonging to the night.
Shoulders fall in silken style,
knees bent dancing under the warm crimson sky.
Cajoling the night with her hemlock smile,
wading through the moonlit streets.
as she throws back her head for tomorrows unfurls.
Hair caught on the wind's whisper of a secret
belonging to the night.
Shoulders fall in silken style,
knees bent dancing under the warm crimson sky.
Cajoling the night with her hemlock smile,
wading through the moonlit streets.
Published 28th Feb 2014
| Edited 1st Mar 2014
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