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The way her lips carve and sculpt her poetic voice
How she’s misunderstood by choice
The subtleties of her manner, flawless
Her figure unsurpassable and undeniably beautiful
With eyes that show only the depths of an abyss.

She walks in beauty but breaths sadness
Every breath grips at her ribs and the air harshly hits her lungs
With bitter news that she is still unhappy and unsatisfied with life

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