She No, fortunately She's not perfect She's a dance with the devil An avalanche of glory Leaving paths of acacia And mountains of ash She's a freak of nature Threatening every notion of balance She is all encompassing And all destructive She's a paradox in herself And so I am in awe of her And what she has done For she's challenged perfection And somehow, she's won [c.l.]
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