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Opaline Dream

Opaline,
her skin like porcelain,
dark hair flowing like a river by night
over her thin shoulders,
lightly tickling her waist.

Lips like rose petals,
her eyes black diamonds,
looking towards her home in the west,
out of this world.

Oh, as I gazed at her,
she fell and broke
into a thousand shards,
just like a dream.
First posted here

I wish I had a nice picture to go with this.
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