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My love, it looks like summer days with a bit of shade.
Singing birds dancing upon your grace
Rainbows are crying at the beauty that you paint
An everyday Christmas when you're awake
You are a gift to me
Cherishing how your hand sparkles
Feet smoother than any babies
Sweet Carmel skin
My love looks like winter but is always sunny
Never below seventy degrees
Lioness bowing down to royalty
You are powerful
Understand your force
Control the wind on this earth
Is that you, Isis?
~Reborn
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Malcolm Brooks
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