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Picture Credits:
Her beauty, no description bears as she stood
in the cool moon glow.
Pale blue skirt, hugging her hips like honey slipping
from a hot spoon.
Matching angora sweater, softly flowing along the
curve of her shoulders, provocatively exposing
her slender neck.
Tiny seed pearl necklace resting gently in the hollow
of her throat, rise and fall gently with the rhythm
of her heart.
White leather backless high-heels, just the right height, bringing seductive emphasis to her
shapely legs.
Dainty ankle-bracelet, his gift to her engraved, professing infinite love.
Her hair, the color of spun-gold, softly touching
the collar of her sweater ever so lightly.
Her eyes lit like brightly shining stars, lighting the
way for visions shown, dreams fulfilled.
Never free from past ghosts, childhood cast scars, proof to the world she was more than pouty
lips and breasts abound.
Much too soon my love is gone, contradictions run rampant to beg the truth, fearful mysteries
forever uncloaked.
Good night sweet Norma Jeane, I have loved you all my life. Memories of you will forever flow into deeper
hues.
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