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She was the poem I always wanted to express
The perfect amount of words 
Never too excess
So filtered with unrest 
Captured hearts 
& wanted for theft
The soft sound of whispers 
Occured under her breath 
The Rumbles of thunder 
Was heard in the west
She swore to never love another
Her Amore tore into her chest
She paused like a stutter         
When she heard his first step
He was tall & under cover
Marked with claws of Regret
He would not fall for another Lover
Until he saw her he wept
They were meant for each other
So in love with intent
No time to recover
They had already met
Rainbows saw with every color
On the walls of their silhouette

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