woman

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the truest truth of the true, it is a challenge
just to costume your truth with my truths

my truths have sound, color, shape, aroma
with symmetric and asymmetric encryption

it's seeable only by those that are tempted
to look for the true substance of a woman

a woman perceived in her true blue as I am
with all scented notes emanating from me

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