Her sapphirine eyes: a
bold
bright
blue
her innocence abused.
Her name might have been, "Blameless",
had not her voice been true.
Her unbound hair: a
raven
rain,
in free flight fantasy.
Her name might have been "Dickinson",
the muse of mystery.
Indeed, she was the poet: a
rhyming
raving
rose.
Her name might have been "Rhapsody",
consuming fields of prose.
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