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She had a look that kept changing
A mermaid playing with Azure
The way she looked at people
Enchanted like a ripe fruit
It was maroon, it was red
Only the sun knew
The locks of her hair were like a bushfire
That only a shadow could rescue
Were they were blue or were they green
Her eyes like a puma followed
They saw monkeys in winter
In the rioters folds of the night
Her mood varied between laughter,
Indifference and distance
And was not eager to read
The sacred curves of fate
Were they were blue or were they green
Blue as the native American azure
Changing like a river in winter
Opposed like two meridians
She had a look that kept changing
Between emerald and mint
The way she looked at people
Between absence, and then absinthe.