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She was wearing black

Long flowing hair

Lips pursed

As if wants to say a lot

But holding it all back

Rebellious in stare

Mushy in that glare

Playing with her tresses

Not worried an iota

About any of the flak

Eyelashes as fluid as the air

Crazy smirks enthrall her soul

Motivate her no more

She is already back

To her old ways

Mystery stars on her shoulders

Brown eyes with a tint of black

And suddenly she is gone

As unexpected was her arrival

The journey still resonates

Her lingering fragrance on my back.

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