She was stunning
Not many word exist to describe her.
She was utterly breath taking I would do anything for her.
Or that's what they all thought when they saw her,
But once you get to close
Her true Colors show through.
She was like a forest beautiful during the way but when you stayed to long and the sun went to sleep
You entered into a beautiful trance.
She was the fungus in the forest striking and contaminating anyone who came by.
-diana
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