Special

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A clamshell rises from watery depths,
she’s a beauty, her strawberry blonde adorned
by rosebuds wrapping her waist.
The museum label reads: Botticelli, ‚ÄúVenus,” this what must be meant by peaches and cream. Her face, that
pure. I count three eyes, knowing people will call her special too.

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