She was so beautiful so strong and her gestures had no shadow and were purple like her eyelids She would go by go by twisting the ardent hyperboles of the diaphanous frenzies of the green ecstasies Her words were like brief cadences of a silver sea on a beach of onyx Nearby and always distant she would set ablaze the feverish light in a spell of green gold and of red Her smile wounded her face but her hands seemed to form roses Alone without a soul she would go by She was so beautiful so strong.
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