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BEAUTY
I saw a beauty last night.
She was holding something; she was modish, decorous, and gracious. Her sight was bright.
She was passing through the woods.
I never found something like that in my books.
Her grace made me smile.
Now I knew why I had to decompile!
She adores me, seriously. For the first time, someone swore at me.
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She was holding something; she was modish, decorous, and gracious. Her sight was bright.
She was passing through the woods.
I never found something like that in my books.
Her grace made me smile.
Now I knew why I had to decompile!
She adores me, seriously. For the first time, someone swore at me.
© All Rights Reserved
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