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Disappointment

I saw her

standing there.

She was beautiful.

Red hair

that burned

into my very soul.

Green eyes

as clear as

the sea.

Porcelain skin and

a warm smile.

 

She was perfect.

 

She reached

into her pocket.

I thought

she would produce

a mirror

to admire

her own beauty.

Then I saw

the package.

 

She was a smoker. 

13 October 1993

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