Beauty perched on her face
There were no dyes or wrinkles
That she could clench
Tame talons found her dimples
Light sung of her presence
Among dirty and discarded ones
How she was within us
There is no contrast of
“Us and them”
When she lives within
Us and them
There is only...
Our body
Bones blood
And sunny
Wicked spirit skin
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