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They say “Who’s the lucky girl?”, with coy smiles waiting in the wings.

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Wings arched for flight, she descends.

Sending “yes”s and “amen”s from crown to tailbone

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Hailstone hearts melt and stonecold eyes smile

Some pull cell phone cameras from fake Fendi and snap, pause, flash

The sunshine smiles, then there’s a smile’s flash. Perfection in the flesh takes rest.

She stops

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He breathes out “Lemme introduce you to Hip Hop.

I met this girl when I was twelve years old.

and what I loved most: she HAD so much soul…”

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