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In each line, a story unfolds,
A gentle curve, her smile unfolds.
Her smile, soft, yet full of light,
Emerges from the quiet night.
With every stroke, a piece of soul,
In every shade, her essence unfolds.
We all wear masks, she wears hers true,
Her beauty shines, in black and white too.
It's more than art, it's who she is,
A woman, her beauty, my pen’s bliss.