|Entrance/Thy Crypt of Tales/Silver Fables/Thy/Aways|
Her hair was a silk blond.
Her face was a contour of desirable proportions.
Her chest was moderate in ones eyes.
Her arms were just that.
Her legs were legs of infinite smoothness.
She was the one.
She was the figure.
She was perfect,
Till the day when I fell.
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