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Like One Of His French Girls

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She, unaware tip-toes in the candle light glow of the skyline breathtaking the silence around her is a forcefield. 
I love her
Her freckles, constellations when connected they dance along her cheeks and nose- she doesn't see them as I do. 
Cat like eyes send shivers, eyelids of blue and purple veins while she sleeps through the morning fog. 
I love her.
Peppermint Tea still on her breath she Speaks and the words almost inaudible they wrap me like a blanket "I love you"

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Welcome to Hennen's Observer Hailee! I like the visual of your poem not to mention the very powerful metaphors. Very beautiful!

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Lovely!

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Wow. Might I say that this is amazing

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