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04/18/23 at 01:08PM
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Poetry
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Danced the light, lightly,
reflection in her eyes.
A beautiful smile,
leading to sighs.
Men who adored her,
young but unwise,
pursued her with passion,
leading to sighs.
Sleeping was her desire,
not wanting to rise,
she was wanted by others,
leading to sighs.
