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Thursday, January 17, 2019

A sad anonymous poem un-posted to a lady No this is a confessision I just noticed it. My thoughts stop short against this new outline. Blank against the clear sharp shape that rests Shear with lips and laughter, all cut fine. Shining through where time has always blessed. This could be a half -moon... Sign in to see full entry.

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