i love your red dirt and green foliage i love your smell and your beads i love your smile your blue skies and vibrant beats your rhythm is the rhythm of my heart
She doesn't own a dress
Her hair is always a mess
...
She only drinks coffee at midnight
When the moment is not right
Her timing is quite, unusual
You see her confidence is tragic, but her intuitions magic,
and the shape of her body Unusual
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beautiful
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