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She loves the sunshine
But she cleanses us all like rain
Destroys hearts like the filthy ways of a hurricane
But she is clean
Oh so clean

A sunday morning of bare feet and wood floors
Curled hair against a bare shoulder
A bruised knee
She is all but she is divine
If this human flesh could have beauty,
She would take it all

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