She always wore a shimmering crystal
A device she worshipped for it’s healing properties
Then there were her rings, sparkling on her hands
Each and every ring held its own meaning
Her earrings were always a statement
Just barely dangling from her brown hair
But she wasn’t only into the old things
She also held close to her an iPod
Because music is what defines her
But don’t think she's this simple
For defining her is something of a challenge
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