Her Words

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Her words effervescent, they bubble.

They are radiant, they propel.

I feel her wildest imagination.

I read her devastating precision.

She is indefinable allure on display.

She approaches this in a unique way.

She smiles even when her hair is full of rain.

She lives in a misty sky above Atlantic shores.

She is a shimmering nucleus of careful pain.

She tries to break through the burning white rapport.

With heart, tongues, and hands, that warmly praise.

Every gleam around her remains unfazed.

In your palm concentrating on something that tries to rise.

Razor-sharp dreams blow through an open window they are always a prize.

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