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Pure Beauty

Gazing admiringly upon her mesmerizing photo; lovely Her spellbinding in beauty's enchanting, Gypsy Queen... Never having truly been one whom delves into pictures That they might take flight beyound, their still frames ? Not amid this light surely these, her hues; quiet refrain Poetics muse; etched of charcoals splendours a canvas She as dark flowing hair cascading deep velvet streams Bronzed perfection pondering her heart, and silhouette Dreams brush black their white, blue; click, in sanguine.

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