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Rare


Simplicity is defined by the clarity of an image,

but when I look at you I see something more complex.

From the way you do your hair,

to the clothes on your back,

I can tell your beauty is more than that.

A vessel of pure gold fresh from the mines,

the raw and uncut gem with a beautiful shine.

Some might say she's too much!

But trust me she's just right,

this queen has the mind of a scholar

and her smile can light the darkest night.

From city to city, many search to find a woman like this,

an angel in disguise, feels like fresh cotton when touched by her lips.

An undefined character, no other can compare,

She's a real life dream, much more than any love I swear......

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