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I've seen her here before
her olive toned skin that hints the origin of her family, her race Those long dark locks that gleam within the sun shinning the radiance of the day equal only to her smile that wipes every thought away to the most perfect picture of beauty. The world around her takes well notice of this goddess that walks into their realm and holds them all upon her till vanished from sight then from mind, they continue In the mundane balance of their lives. Her voice fills the sweet sparrow to shame and dances within the mind till the vision appears as if a dream and the moment stays for an eternal burst Of tropical air and sun drenched beaches. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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