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Her Beauty Outshone Everyone
She wore exotic the way I wear nothing
We were all in awe
Standing backstage
Giving her the floor
She was unaware
That her beauty outshone everyone
Her silence bespoke an erotic quality
She was not able to handle
It ran away from her in waves
Intriguing us, me at least
I still think of her as peacock woman
Just a glance twenty years ago
Yet I have never forgotten it.
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Caren Krutsinger
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