Here before me on the camera
Is a dark haired unicorn
Oh if only you could see her
She walks with such trained grace
There is no comparable face
Nor shine or glimmer
That would take my eyes off this one
She leans against the front desk(my place of work)
And I can only sit in the back room
Where I rummage through the vocabulary
That is inside my head
Just to describe this beautiful entity
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