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Freshly bathed
Hair entangled in long curls
Looked as dainty
As a wax doll
Touch and will melt

Glow on her face
Yet firm like a rock
Cannot be touched
Or she will cast a spell

Carved perfectly
Her beauty was mesmerizing
She walked like a swan
Swayed like a peacock
Her voice like the flute

An enigma,
Oblivion to the world
She was fearless insensitive,
And moment next
Moved to tears

The anguish she exhibited
Spoke the buried
As she walked to the cliff
Leaving the past behind
Lovingly embraced death

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