A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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Her lips were lined with rouge.

Daily she was adorned

If not to show off her joy,

To sign her letters

And leave no doubt it was her

Sending her dreams and love.

At sight of her sealed kiss

All recievers knew

Their memory was with her

And she with them.

Her soul was treasured forever

In boxes, in hearts, and in smile,

In all the places beyond her home,

And all the years beyond her time.

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