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She was beautiful like the shadow of an idea.
Her skin smelt like a baby\'s side.
Like a fresh newly-broken stone.
Like a sound of a dead language.
She had no weight, just like breath.
Laughting and crying with huge tears
salty like the salt
celebrated by the barbariens at the feasts.
She was beautiful like the shadow of a thought.
Among waters she was the only peace of earth.
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