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- Her skin, silken, ivory white.
- Her hair, exotic, sculpted in umber.
- Her lips, full, pink as the rose.
- Her eyes, hypnotic, grey as the sky.
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- In the waking hours she eludes me,
- But as dormancy spreads through my physical form
- The depths of my mind are free.
- And my locus cereleus captures her,
- And locks her image away,
- Until my dream is no longer my dream.
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