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Shannon

Dark hair heaving over scalp
Fallen as streamers signifying holiday
Only now celebrating beauty
Beauty embodied in her golden enamel
Eyes pure and brown as amber
With pupils like prehistoria fossilized
Encased within her gaze
Announced by her smile
Her teeth are that of savagery
Bearing tenacious structure
Carnivorous in principle
Angelic in practice
Lips that rest as two sacks
Holding gunpowder but perfectly round
Instilling power and explosive constraint
Embroidering all words that reave logic
A nose and chin that soar as mountains
Whose peaks are rounded civilly
And two patches or hair
Highlighting her eyes depth
Always temperate
Always fiery



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