This is a poem that define me as a outline.
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Hair so black like the Raven's wing
Long lockets flowing and so silky fine
Her eyes, a shade of gleaming blue
So deep yet mysterious, just like the ocean
Her skin, so white and clear like the falling rain
So creamy and soft, a sister to a petal of a rose
She's beautiful yet she holds hidden thorns
Thorns with poisonous tips, cursed by the darkness
So dark that you could fall into blackness
If you tried to read her gleaming eyes,
Beware or you'd fall into a dark world
A world beyond your own, a kind you will never know
Skin so soft, yet so thick
Roughned by the toughness of life
Rarely bruised yet flawed
So beautiful, and blessed
Blessed with a gift, Yet cursed
Cursed with the darkness.
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