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She Comes Still Around
She comes still around
Every now and then...
Neither old or young
Never to be tired...
She is not like herself
But I can recognize her....
When she beckons me
One step closer....
However, I can still smell
The scent of her body
And envision the magic
Of her beauty....
Just memories remain
Of great moments
We once shared...
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poem
by
Romeo Della Valle
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