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August remains the most beautiful month
And she remains always, my most prized posession
The wind on her face has an essence of love
Her modesty always defies my depression

The yellow funeral of fallen greenery
Whispers of lust as she passes through silently
Whirlpools of leaves sheath their uncanny awe
Of her blatent beauty and eyes glowing vibrantly

Skies full of grey clear a pathway for heaven
As light from the sun compliments her perfection
Reflections, confections. A girl so benevolent
A girl so astounding she needs no rejection





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