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The lipgloss that she donned was cherry,

But see-thru as the sky.

It cast a pale pink glow upon her smile.

Her hazel eyes would shift

And change their color like mercury,

From blue to green to golden brown

And back to gray.

But as the winds would blow,

So would her heart.

A start to something rarely concluded.

But beautiful fragments of fractal pieces 

Of art, lying here and there

Dotted her horizons with zenith and nadir.

So love her or hate her, if you must,

But for those of us who understand,

We know her as “fantastic,”

As someone who has transcended all duality,

And lived as one of full-fledged life

In all diverse and multiple realities.

-jenn